We wrapped the shivering little pup, whom we had already named Cecily, into a wool blanket and carried her home. After laying her down on a tarp in the spare bedroom, I went to prepare the formula Steve had dictated to me - a rich concoction of cream, egg yolks, fish oil and baby vitamins. Steve had warned me that few abandoned seal pups survive - either because they are...
On a chilly, gray morning in late May, the insistent ringing of the phone brought me dashing up from the garden. It was Bob, my husband, who was working on a summer cottage near our home on Mount Desert Island, Maine. "Nan, get the kids and come over here," he said. "There's something you should see." Glad for the excuse to escape the blackflies, I loaded the kids into the car and drove the short distance to the cottage.