There was a tiny baby squirrel last time we went to Ullistic Park - it was laying almost dead in the path at the park down the street. We didn't know what to do, but we did carefully push it off of the bike path. So we have started calling this park, "Walnut Park" because we named the squirrel Walnut!
This is walnut.
My mom paints beach rocks, so she painted one that said "Love" on it and laid it next to the squirrel. Poor Walnut did not make it, he was dead the next time we went to the park.
just me at the park.
a palm tree.
this is me the next day at the same park. I had my mom braid my hair the night before and when i woke up and took it all down it looked really cool - like in this photo!
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