I do love me a Sunday nap. A couple weeks ago I had just settled into bed, when Joey came in and said, "I hate to bother you, but I didn't know what to do with this." Well, I didn't have my contacts in, so I couldn't see what "this" was. As he brought it closer, I could see it was a cute little baby squirrel. Well, so much for the nap. I grabbed the camera to take some pictures, and then hopped onto the internet to find out what to do with him. His mother was nowhere to be found, and he had apparently fallen about 30 feet from his nest. He didn't seem hurt, just dehydrated. I learned how to make homemade pedialyte and fed him with a syringe, just 1 cc at a time. I was given a name of a lady nearby who takes in orphaned squirrels, and we were getting ready to take him to her, when we searched the yard and found a second one. We hydrated him and put him in a shoebox with his brother, and took them to her. After coming back home, my husband had some yardwork to do, and low and behold, he found a third one. We called the same lady, and she met us to take in #3. . My sorority mascot in college was squirrels (Alpha Gamma Delta). I guess I'll always have a soft spot for the little critters. Have a great week.
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