We picked up another arm for our bird feeder yesterday, so that we could hang the large cake feeder without having raccoons make off with it, and we also added another little platform feeder that holds a round cake as well as having space for mealworms, etc. As I was hanging the new stuff this morning I could hear the birds twittering excitedly in the trees, and before I even made it back in the house the feeders were swarmed. We’ve had a steady influx of bluebirds, woodpeckers, wrens, titmice, chickadees, house finches, nuthatches and cardinals all day long. Most of them are ‘camera shy but this beautiful pair of bluebirds did let me take their picture.

That plan was cut short by a call Joy received from one of the animal control officers: he’d taken a call about some kittens under a woman’s porch, and had picked up two tiny kittens, so small that their eyes weren’t even open. We needed to quickly find someone who could raise them, or they’d have to be put down. Joy called Blue Ridge Humane Society and thankfully one of the staff there said she would take them. Awesome! All we had to do was to get them there; so much for our lazy afternoon in the sun, but a small price to pay to help save two lives.

Adorable fuzzy little week old calico babies!

The officer dropped the kittens off to us and I was instantly smitten; how can anyone resist a week-old kitten? They were fluffy little calico girls, a bit chilled but very healthy and VERY hungry. We headed right off to Blue Ridge to get them to their new caretaker. I have to confess the kittens rode there tucked inside my shirt, to warm them up.  I was almost reluctant to hand them over, but luckily I still remember how much work it is to raise bottle babies.

It was after five o’clock when we headed home and our sunny day was about gone; I hurried to feed the dogs and take advantage of what little daylight remained to continue my assault upon the forsythia patch. The nearby oak trees on our neighbor’s property had been raining acorns all day, and I’d gotten used to all the thumps of things hitting the ground around me (though initially I admit I had thought someone was throwing rocks at me) but then there was a thump nearby — followed by the sound of a small bird or animal screaming.

Jumping up and scanning the grassy area, I spotted a very small squirrel sort of stagger-crawling back up the hill. I approached it warily, convinced it would either (a) take off at a high rate of speed as soon as it saw me or (b) bite the crap out of me if I tried to pick it up. It did neither. I gently scooped up the squirrel and it nestled down into my hand immediately:

I had my iPod in my pocket and snapped this just seconds after I found the squirrel. This is almost more cuteness than one person can stand.

The poor little thing was very, very young, cold to the touch, and very dehydrated. My guess is that the mother had probably been hit by a car and not come home, and the baby — starving — crawled out of the nest and fell out of the tree. Joy got on the phone to find a rescuer for the second time that day.  She called several wildlife rehabbers, and finally found a lady who said that everyone was overwhelmed with hurricane orphans from the coast, but she’d call a few other people and get back to us. She also gave us some recommendations on what to do in the meantime.

The first problem at hand was the fleas; squirrels are loaded with them, and when I picked up the baby, what immediately happened was that literally hundreds of them swarmed off her cold body onto my nice warm one. I was standing way out in the middle of our driveway so as not to contaminate the house and yard, flicking fleas off myself frantically. The rehabber had said that Adams flea spray is safe to use, if you just wipe it on lightly; the fleas on a wild animal don’t have any built up resistance to insecticides so they die pretty easily. Thankfully she was right, and after a few minutes we’d removed most of them. I still had the heeby-jeebies for the rest of the night, imagining they were still crawling on me.

Next, we needed to get her rehydrated and warm. While Joy was on the phone, I had already been syringe-feeding the squirrel water – she was so thirsty she grabbed the syringe with her little hands and drank more than 3cc immediately. The rehabber told us not to try bottle formula, but rather to stick with the water short term and offer the squirrel some apple. Luckily we had apples in the house and she took to that pretty readily as well. Joy set up a little nest with a snuggle-safe underneath, and our houseguest was settled in for the evening:

Fern the squirrel (I know you aren’t supposed to make pets of wildlife, but we had to have something to call her temporarily, right?) slept most of the evening, with a few more drinks of water. At one point we heard a sharp whistle from the bathroom where we’d set the cage up (the only safe place from our houseful of predators) which apparently signified that she was hungry or thirsty again – I had no idea squirrels whistled? Each time I fed her, she’d crawl up to my neck and snuggle down against it, I was trying not to handle her too much but it was really hard to resist her apparent fearlessness acceptance of me as her replacement ‘mommy’.

The next day, we had a rehabber that the other lady had contacted called us back, and we arranged to meet and get the squirrel to him. Most of these pictures, except for that very first one, were taken just before we bundled her off to her new caretakers. The couple were very nice and were currently raising eight other squirrel orphans, and they said that this one was very young and had probably just opened her eyes. She’ll be safe and well cared for, (and most importantly, grow up knowing the things she needs to know to be a wild squirrel) then released onto their large wooded property once she’s ready.

This is my favorite picture, she was on her way to her snuggle-spot on my neck, and just after Joy snapped this she licked my face. You can really see how little and fragile she was, in this one.

All in all, it was a pretty eventful weekend, I’d say – with a pretty good outcome! We’re so happy that we found a safe place for both the kittens and the squirrel, and it’s actually pretty amazing that I was in the right place at the right time to save Fern in the first place – if I hadn’t been outside the fence cutting down those bushes right at that moment, there’s no way either of us would have heard her little cries when she fell.

…now put me down before I kick your ass.

I busted this little guy trying to get through the front door this morning. I think it’s a male black widow, but even though he has the classic hourglass, I’ve never seen a widow with banded legs and the shape seems wrong. I sent these pics to What’s That Bug for a second opinion.

He’s already made a web in his jar, so he doesn’t seem terribly inconvenienced by his incarceration. Though I guess he gets the last laugh, since I ‘stopped’ him from getting into the house by giving him a lift… into the house.

We had a blast! Above is a ‘self portrait’ by Joy – the rest of the pics can be found here.