Rescued Squirrels: Tom and Huck
November 16, 2009|Comments (14)
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!
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.
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.