One wild week

Would someone please tell the wildlife that there is no faith healer here?  We have no miracles to offer.  We have no magical touch that will restore the ability to walk.  Please stop coming!

Twice last week I killed birds that flew into my windshield.  Then we ended up with two wild animals with spinal injuries.  Must these animals linger?  Whatever happened to wild animals being fragile and dying of shock?  First it was a squirrel.  Three days later I nearly stepped on a raccoon curled up at the base of our stairs.  I now know where the audobon society is.  And I'm so very thankful for the service they provide.  But I don't want to visit them again any time soon. 

I'm ready to move past the randomly injured animals and get onto the business of Spring.  I definitely have the fever, and I'll be visiting nurseries this weekend to load up on trees and plants.  So, bring on Spring!