Apparently no one's home is safe. Not even little baby squirrels. Saturday after the storm David was cleaning the driveway and came across two little squirrels. One had not survived the drop from his nest above but this little guy was struggling and shivering. 
So we brought him in and warmed him up. Then we began the every 3 hour feedings. (OK I began the every 3 hour feedings) Apparently I am the only one who can control the syringe of milk so that he doesn't choke. Or so all the kids have convinced me. He sleeps through the night. Probably because he heard me refuse to do midnight feedings. I'm all for nature but that is the extent of my re-hab capabilities.
I thought we should name him Ike. But the kids decided on Skipper instead.
We brought Skipper with us to Nana and Paw Paw's. He still has not opened his eyes but can some how figure out how to get out of his box. Only when he's hungry. Sometimes he sneaks out and we don't notice until someone goes to check on him. So we have our own version of Where's Waldo going .....several times a day.
Skipper's future home is NOT in our neighborhood. As soon as we get back to town we will stop at the ASPCA and unite with other squirrel victims. I think he will have his own POD there. (That's hurricane lingo for Point of Distribution)
Actually the Houston Chronicle had a story about 200 baby squirrels already being rescued from people around the area. So really what is 201. I read on the internet that's it's not a good idea for just one to try to adjust to the outside world. Plus I'm not spending money on a cage and I'm not comfortable with my forage teaching skills.
1 comment:
Oh that is too cute! I want a baby squirrel. There are many in our backyard but all they seem to like to eat is the canvas on my deck chairs.
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