Intoxication

Am blogging as I listen with every pore to a Jagjit Singh live concert. His voice as soothing as honey, waves of melody wash over my entire body. The first ghazal he chooses is 'Thukrao... Main nashein mein hoon' So much surrender, so much intoxication ... so much love. The next one is about the fragrance the anticipation of the beloved's arrival brings... Aah sweet torture! It has to be love in its most pure form that can come up with lines like these and weave them into enchanting tapestries that envelope the soul in their magnificence. Here's to the magic of music

Caring for Indian palm squirrel babies

Please read the post in its entirety before asking questions. I am not a vet and cannot diagnose health problems, sick animals, or give you medical advice. If I do not respond to your question it is because I have answered it before, just look through the other comments. OR you just need to take the squirrel to a veterinary doctor. I am not qualified to answer health questions.
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This one has been requested by very many people so here it is finally.

"I have had a few squirrels come in. Do you think you can keep them?", the local zoo director called me at 9.30 in the night.

"Sure. How many?"

"Don't know but they've come in the evening and no one's had the time to look at them, if some are dead don't take it to heart."

I swallowed a big lump, "Okay... drop them off"