I got up in a great mood, went to turn the chicken eggs in my incubator (currently incubating Silkies and Sebrights)... and then my mother bolted into the house, screaming she has a fox for me to care for.
I walked downstairs and saw my mother. Then I asked "Well, where's the fox?". THEN I noticed she handles me something tiny and dark and unmoving on her palm.
I expected at least 3.5 weeks old silver or Marble fox kit. I got A WEEK-OLD FOX INFANT. Smokey Red, from what I see. With almost no teeth, closed eyes and wounded tail and almost bitten-off left ear! I almost died inside from pain when I saw her...
I have NEVER cared for something so young...
The story is her mother didn't want her. She was orphaned in their cage and brutally bitten and half-starved.
She was barely saved from death.
I just fed her and right now I'm writing this journal with only right hand. In my left hand is she, sleeping and sucking on my finger in her sleep. Of course I heard from my mother she regrets taking the wounded kit in and if I think she did a good thing.
I try to do not swear, but my answer was literally: "Yes, you FUCKING did GOOD.
There's no damn way I'm not keeping my eye on her all the time now! She is mine and mine alone and hell if I'm letting her die.
Full-time 24/7 mama-Sapphire incoming!!!
I'll post her photo tonight.
Any suggestions for a name for this little miracle girl, peeps?
EDIT: Mireya. Meaning: "miracle"