We were walking through the woods after a stormy night, just checking the trail, when we heard it — faint, squeaky cries coming from a fallen log.
We looked closer… and there they were. Two tiny baby raccoons, huddled together, soaked and shivering. No mother in sight. Just two scared little faces peeking out through the bark, their fur matted with rain and dirt.
One of them let out a tiny cry when we got close, but they didn’t run. They couldn’t. They were too young — maybe only a few weeks old.
We wrapped them up in a soft shirt and kept them warm against our chest as we hiked back. The whole way, they clung to each other. It was like they knew all they had in the world… was each other.
When we got home, we called a local wildlife rehab center. They told us exactly what to do: keep them warm, quiet, and safe until they could pick them up.
Before they left with the rescue team, we gave them names: Rusty and Clover. Watching them get the care they needed, knowing they’d grow strong and be released back into the wild — it felt like the world had been made just a little bit better.
Sometimes, the smallest rescues leave the biggest marks on your heart.
