The joy of having a baby squirrel was short, sadly. The little one died suddenly in Ronjas hands, and we are sad - especially Freja. We made a grave for him, with a lovely tombstone and flowers, and he is mourned properly. I have twisted my brain to think if we did anything to cause it, but I don't know. I think nurturing a small wild animal like that is difficult, the margins are so small. We did our best, and I have a feeling he might have been weak to begin with, maybe that is why his mother left him behind. 
We are sad, and life goes on. On with days of ripe berries in the garden, trips to the pond, dinners with produce only from the farm, spending the whole day in your undies only (Falk), doing everything slowly. I have tons of work now, but I try to take time off as well, to breathe and rest and feel the summer vibes. The days are smooth, life is good.