*Retta*

These babies are remarkably quiet as I lug them through the forest. It’s almost as if they don’t even mind that I’m stealing them away from their parents, from their home, from everything they’ve ever known.

Not that they know much of anything. They are tiny babies, after all, only a few days old, and I seriously doubt they know much about who their mother is, where they’ve been, or much else.

But in a way, I feel bad about this….

Not the kind of ...