Saturday, September 11, 2010

Cocoa didn't make it. He was struggling while we had him inside and not taking the bottle, so I tried him out with his mother. He suckled enthusiastically, and managed to get back on his feet. However, he didn't get through the night. He was a real little fighter, but just too weak to cope.
We buried him and planted a silver birch over the top of him. Normally, I wouldn't bother, but this little guy really got to us both.

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