My wife went for a walk this morning. To survey the damage that Ernie had caused. I was being lazy, having fed the cats, and was laying in bed. Watching some nameless movie that I cant remember now.
She came into our room with her hands cupped. Ok, you got a bud from your favorite plant?
No, she had a baby squirrell! So young that there was no fur, and the skin was almost transparent! I told her to take it back so the mother could retrieve it, but she refused! With the Cats around, the mother never would. So she bundled the little baby into a blanket and put it in Sally's bedding. And then dressed to go to PetSmart to get a bottle to feed it. But this one was so small, I doubted that anything we did could allow it to survive.
The closest pet smart was closed. No 'lectricity'. Not surprising around here today. So she headed west (being not a man or young, I will refrain from doing the Greely quote). And the Pet smart that was open, said "you are breaking the law!". But gave us a number to call. So she called me, and I called them. It seems they are a part of ARC (I know the AR, not sureof the C). But as luck would have it, they were on the southside, and we being North siders! But she gave me directions, so I took the little baby (in the cat sleeper no less) and headed out.
An hour later, I found the place (she gave pretty good directions). A daughter (I say A as one of her daughters is getting married in 2 weeks, and this one was but 8 or 9). met me before I could even ring the bell! I asked "is this the Animal Rescue place", and she said (in the best imitation of Shirley Temple since the 1930s!), "yes, let me take you to my mother".
Well, it seems that these people have a lot of squirrells and some fawns, dogs, cats ,Llamas, cows and a baby racoon! (I got to pet it! They are so cute!). And they took the squirrel. An older daughter (I think about 16 or 17, so again not the marrying one) said she estimated the squirrell to be about 2 days old (and yes, my ignorance would agree with that). But the lady was hopeful. And I guess I felt the cad. having told my wife to leave it as I knew we were clueless.
I have their number and will call them in a week. To check up on Rocky (my wife's name, but the lady does not name them since she releases them after they are weened - a great idea in my opinion). And I will. I am so glad that my wife got her number. And it is in my phone book now. I hope I dont have to call it again, but just in case. Now I know.
My wife! The softy! I love her so. And I hope Rocky has a chance to love her as well. Poor thing.