D17 found a baby squirrel in the yard….he seemed to have been there for awhile and didn’t have any prospects for survival that way, so he and his dad brought him in and we fixed a cardboard box up for him, set it on top of a heating pad to keep him warm and squirted some gatorade down his little throat with an oral syringe. This morning I contacted the vet and the humane society, hoping to find a wildlife rehabilitator. The best they could do was give me the phone number for the fish and wildlife department in another part of the state. I called the number and they said the best thing to do is put the little thing back where he was found.
Well, I don’t think he would survive that, so I researched on the internet and found a recipe for a formula to feed him. I’ve squirted a little down his throat a couple of times today. He doesn’t seem to be that happy about it. I hope I’m not just prolonging the agony but it’s hard to do nothing, especially when D17 is so concerned about him. He is fully furred and his eyes are open. I don’t think he can eat on his own though. At least, so far he has not.