Raising squirrels

A few weeks ago, my sister-in-law Raetta rescued two baby bushy-tailed rats squirrels from a felled tree.

I think I remember she said they’re about seven weeks old now.  She’s started weaning them from the bottle—they ate their first nuts yesterday—and expects to release them in another month or so.

Honestly, I’d have left them for the hawks.  But she didn’t, and consequently it was cool hanging with them today.  The boys really enjoyed them, and delighted in how much they’d grown since the last time they’d seen them.

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3 thoughts on “Raising squirrels”

  1. SQUEEEEEEE! (put that in as high a pitch as humanly possible, and you’ve got a simulation of Lizzie whenever she sees a squirrel anywhere, so up close, perhaps it would be even worse…)

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  2. Squirrels are evil. I’m in a serious on-going war with the ones in my backyard. They will look me dead in the eye & chatter at me. Jeff thinks it’s the funniest thing…I swear to God they mock me. Freaking tree rats even broke into my outbuilding and built a nest in my stored Christmas wreath.
    Oh, and if you want to know something really freaky??? When I went up to see Nancy this past November in Canada, they have BLACK squirrels…talk about your Satan spawn. Go look up “Canadian Black squirrel.”

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  3. Dad has major property damage problems with them at the lake. He used to use a pellet gun. Now he uses a shotgun. The population stays way, way down.

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