For three weeks I’ve been carrying peanuts in my bag and looking out for squirresl – all in vain. Yesterday I saw my first one, but not in the way I’d expected or hoped. Louise and Garvin found a baby squirrel on the neighbour’s patio, being eyeballed evilly by the neighbour’s cat.
It appeared to be about six or seven weeks old – it’s tail not yet fully fluffy. We searched the internet for help, but in the U.K. squireels are considered vermin (‘rats with tails’). The RSPCA would euthanase them, and if you took them to a vet they would also offer to exterminate them for you. Luckily there was one site which explained how you could care for a young squirrel. Luckily also, Lousie and Garvin had a currently unoccupied Hedgehog Hotel at the rear of their garden. We gave the squirrel bread soaked in milk, and water which it lapped furiously and then appeard to have hiccups. The main advice was that it needed hydration, and the day was very warm.
We left it in its Hotel with a t-shirt bed, water, and a platter of ground almonds and raisins. This morning all the food has gone, so we hope it’s okay. We don’t want to intrude any further, so no photos. No sign of a squirrel mother around here, so it may need to be cared for by humans for a few weeks yet.
“The first squirrel I’ve met round here
needs careful nurturing, I fear.”