We heard some serious squeaking this afternoon coming from the front yard, but we couldn’t figure out what it was. Bruce and I thought we might have a nest of baby birds so we started looking, when Ezra spotted a tiny squirrel hobbling around in the planter. He (barring any gender determination, I’m going with “he”) made his way onto the walkway but was clearly not doing so well. Then we saw a neighborhood cat circling and decided we had to do something quick. We shooed away the cat, and jumped on the intergoogles to figure out what the heck you do for a sad little baby squirrel.
The site I found said the first thing to do is warm him up, so Bruce got a towel and wrapped him up. Cutest thing ever.
We read about using a syringe to feed him and that he needed to be hydrated before any food was given. Then we decided to call the Pasadena Humane Society. The nice woman I talked to there said we could bring him in and they would take care of him. When we got there, we learned they work with a squirrel rescue group that will evaluate him and rehab him if possible, and then release him back into the wild. And by “wild” I’m assuming they mean the forests of Pasadena. With any luck maybe he’ll end up back in one of our oaks.