The squirrel

This sad story was given to me by another friend who loves the nature and little animals in particular. She has 3 cats at home and she is keen to feed any street animal that would come by to indulge the treats she always carries with her in a plastic container. She recently adopted four squirrels who reside in her back garden. She feeds then every day and knows more about them than probably they do. She even named them and was treating them as friends, perhaps an extended family – something that if all people were doing, this planet would have been a better place. One day when she was feeding them in the cold January afternoon, an eagle flew down from a tree and snatched one of the squirels and flew up to the sky. The poor beautiful rodent fought for its life and was able to free itself from the birds claws but the distance from the moment of freedom, the ground and the law of gravity ultimately decided its fate. My friend ran to attempt to revive the it but it was its day to go back to its creator so she buried her friend and went home heavy hearted. She was feeling personally hurt, unable to comprehend the cruelty of the end of a life that was part of hers for several months. She then thought about the eagle. Who was feeding the eagle? The eagle’s chicks offspring? There are no favourites in nature. If she did reside at this particular house and did not took care about this particular squirrel, she wouldn't be sad at all. This made her cope easier with the death of her friend. It is a story, but I like it.