Playing on our 40-acre farm, I spotted a baby sugar glider lying motionless beside the trunk of a tree.
Scooping it up gently, I wrapped it in my shirt and brought it back to the house to show my mum, Rhonda, and dad, Pedro.
‘It must have fallen out of the tree,’ I said.
‘Poor little guy has injured its back,’ Mum confirmed.
As we nursed our new furry friend – who we called Pebbles – back to health, it was incredible watching him find his strength.
And when he
