Vehicles are passing by. It’s a gorgeous day—70 degrees, clear skies, and vehicles passing by with their windows down. Most likely a cheerful child playing pretend in the backseat…
The rear of this field, where the grass gives way to a sort of ravine, is where we have been trespassing, er, walking. There is no way to enter this canyon, which is the size of several football fields. At this point, you should turn around and go back.
MEOW!
We are really near to the noise, including my Black Lab puppy. Orchid is her name. She is moving toward an untidy patch of brush that is encircling a little tree, and you may describe her snout as educated. He is revealed as she thrusts her large bucket head into the undergrowth and parts it with her intelligent snout. She may be.
I’ve never seen a kitten as little as this. Several days old? A week? I’m unsure. All I can say is that she is huddled in a ball in the long grass, miles away from the nearest living thing. She is weeping and afraid, and as I gaze at her and type this, I am also crying.
You would have also taken her up. Orchid, who is ideally sized to fit into your other hand as you carry the kitten close to your chest, is simply so joyful, curious, and eager to get a better look as you head home with this kitten. Leash in one hand. She has stopped meowing. That is a different sound.
