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Rescued Squirrels: Tom and Huck

Squirrel at Four Weeks

Oh, save me from the cuteness!  I can’t take it!  One can not help but whisper baby talk to those itty bitty wittle ears, nose, and hands.  World leaders, take note: bring some baby squirrels to peacetalks and watch as even the most horrible dictator crumbles.  They can’t handle the cuteness!

Rescue squirrel 2

Early last week (Monday morning, actually), Josh went out to survey the damage from a fairly severe rainstorm and found a downed squirrel nest beside the chicken coop.  The mama squirrel had likely died of injuries sustained in the fall along with all of her babies… or so Josh thought as he picked them up to give them a proper burial.  Then one of the babies moved.  He ran the baby in the house and handed the quivering ball of wet fur and debris to me.  I filled a Ziploc with warm water, wrapped it in a tea towel, and held the baby close to it on my lap.  Within minutes, Josh was back with another squirrel survivor.

Rescue Squirrel

We cleaned them up and placed them in one of our chicken brooders in a shoe box filled with hand towels.  I added some makeshift hot water bottles (my water-filled Ziplocs) in the shoe box and we headed out to pick up milk replacement powder.

We crossed our fingers, fed them  special enriched milk, kept them warm, bathed them, and prayed.

Today marks their first week with us and I thought I’d celebrate with a post!

Have you ever rescued an orphaned wild animal?  If you need any information, check out Orphaned Wildlife Care, a site dedicated to helping average citizens (like us) rehabilitate wild critters in need.

  • Rosa - Absolutely a-do-ra-ble!!!!!!!! Too cute to be true!

    Cheers,

    RosaReplyCancel

  • Aunty Katydid - I like Huckleberry Squirrel the best because he likes me the best.ReplyCancel

  • Simple Livin' gal - He does and I am totally jealous. I wanted to be the only human woman in their lives. I am their new mommy, by golly. I feed them, clean them, coo at them, and they should like me best — both of them.

    EEENNNNVVVVYYYYYYY!!! BUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNN!!ReplyCancel

  • Laura - Absolutely adorable!!ReplyCancel

  • Julie at Elisharose - Oh, Lacy, how do you handle the cuteness? We have a lovely organization here called TWRC – Texas Wildlife Rehabilitation Coalition. They have taken care of many of the creatures I’ve rescued from one thing or the other. Did you see a month or so back on the blog when I was brought a possum by my dog? Just the last in a series of unfortunate events.ReplyCancel

  • Marlene - Oh I want one, I want one.
    Here if you are caught with wild life in taking care of them then you are fined 250. Then they take them away and kill them because they say they are touched by humans and will not survive. I know not nice of me but I truly have a few desciptive words for these so called humans and nice is NOT ONE OF THEM. love alwaysReplyCancel

  • Sophie - Waw,…well done to you guys! I hope they will survive & grow into lovely squirrels!ReplyCancel

  • Aunty Katydid - When I say ‘likes me best’ I don’t mean more than he likes you silly — I mean he likes me more than Tom likes me, which is to say not at all. Huck loves you the very best of all.ReplyCancel

  • Ashley - cutest things in the WORLD! How are they doing?ReplyCancel

  • Dianne - Oh, they’re so cute! What fun! I’ll look forward to more pics as they grow…ReplyCancel

  • Heather - My dad had a squirrel as a boy. He trained it and had it for years! My dad reminisces and talks about how he would ride in his coat pocket, and then after a long day of play, he would hop off of my dad’s bed, scamper across the floor, up the sleeve of his jacket, and slip his cuteness into the pocket to sleep. awwwww! Oh, the sweet memories he has of that squirrel!ReplyCancel

  • Tia Julie - Totally Awesome!ReplyCancel

  • Teresa - How are your squirrels? Years ago the girls and I took in 4 that the mom had abandoned. They loved us and we loved them; however, one day it became apparent that 5 people, a dog and 4 squirrels couldn’t live in one house. We gradually released them back into the wild. For several years we would put out food and watch them and the babies return to eat.ReplyCancel

  • tasteofbeirut - My mom had rescued an injured little bird and nursed him back to health I remember her feeding him ground up pistachios with a bit of sugar out of a tiny sterling silver spoon!
    One day he flew off back to his beloved skyReplyCancel

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