Where the Bluebird Sings

A Wildlife Journal for North Carolina

Wednesday, February 06, 2008


In the pink
The squirrel brought in Sunday is hanging in there but he has a long road ahead of him. He sleeps in an incubator where the temperature hovers around 90 degrees.
His eyes will remain closed for another month or so
He's fed with a formula designed to meet the dietary needs of wildlife, which are different from those of cats and dogs. Because squirrels are fed only 5% of their body weight in one feeding, they have to be fed every two hours. He gets 1cc of formula at a time.
We don't know how he ended up outside the nest. It could be the mother, faced with too many babies for this time of year, pushed him, or maybe he fell.
It's not hard to love a baby squirrel. But you have to love it enough to return it to the wild. It can't be treated like a pet: It's not something to cuddle or to comfort with words. It shouldn't become accustomed to the sound of human voices. Sometimes that means biting your tongue. To survive in the wild, it has to remain wild.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Brenda--How about a pinky up-date? AnnT

9:51 PM  

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