Lost in the swamp

I have a watch that encourages me to keep physically active every day. On this day I was missing quite a bit of active time to complete my goal and decided to go for a short bicycle ride. I’m not a big fan of bicycles, and I normally prefer to ride something with an engine or hooves. That feeling of flying close to the ground is very dear to me, despite not being ideal for maintaining physical fitness. Combat boots and jeans are not the most comfortable exercise gear that one can wear, but I was in a rush to get moving. As I reached the end of the driveway, some force unknown pulled me to the left and up an incline I had no wish to tackle on the old rusty bicycle I was using. As I furiously pumped the pedals, I saw a furry form lying motionless to the side of the road ahead. I had been looking for a squirrel for some time as I had never worked with one before, and there it was, immaculate. As I placed her to the side so as to avoid getting crushed by any more cars, I spoke to her and promised I would do my best to respect her. I came back a few minutes later with the tractor and placed her in a clear garbage bag. She rode up front with me to the swamp where I gingerly placed her on the ground and covered her. She would remain there for a few weeks, and I would be back to clean her bones and continue my work. 

UPDATE: The wet fall weather has flooded the swamp faster then I thought. Somewhere out there in the muck, a squirrel is slowly decaying, returning to the earth that gave her life.