This afternoon, as I was pulling the car out of the
garage on my way to pick up the kids from school,
I saw something clinging desperately to the side of
I got out of the car to investigate and found our old
kitty, Roxy, lying in wait beneath an obviously
terrified baby squirrel.
While trying to shoo Roxy away, which was NOT
easy, the baby squirrel scurried
over to a windowsill. He was shaking and crying in fear.
The little guy was tiny, about the size of a
hamster, and Roxy was still relentlessly trying
to get to him. By this time I was running late,
so I locked Roxy in the garage. I took an
old towel, thinking that I could possibly try
to capture the little guy and take him over to
a tree. But the poor little thing was terrified
and cried out in fear each time I tried to
get near him. It broke my heart because I
knew he was crying for his mother.
I left the towel on the windowsill because I
thought it might offer him a place to hide.
I hoped that his mother would hear him crying
and come to retrieve him...
When I returned to the house with the kids
two hours later, the baby squirrel was still
hiding in the towel on the windowsill.
Luckily, I had the animal whisperer with me.
The Boy...well, he has a way with animals.
Remind me to tell you some
stories about him and animals sometime.
Anyway, as I was saying,
The Boy was here. He walked up to that tiny
little terrified squirrel and he talked softly
to him. He gently picked him up and carried
him inside, intending to put him in the
empty aquarium until we could figure out
what to do with him.
That tiny little squirrel obviously sensed a
kind spirit in my boy and felt safe. He scampered
up The Boy's arm...
and he perched on his shoulder. He clearly
felt quite comfortable with The Boy....
Then The Boy settled down with the little fellow
and patently coaxed him to eat a little bit of
watered down formula...
The Boy has settled the sleepy baby squirrel,
now named Mac, into his new, temporary home
in the old aquarium. We hope to be able to
keep him alive until this weekend,
when we will try to get him
to a wildlife rehabilitation center.