Feisty's Story

By Toni Albert

"Feisty's Story" is from A Kid’s Spring EcoJournal by Toni Albert

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Squirrels love to climb. Feisty liked to climb a branch we brought inside, but most of all, she liked to climb me!

Several years ago, we saw a young squirrel fall twenty feet to the ground. When we rushed outside, we found the little animal bright-eyed but unable to move. We contacted the Humane Society, who sent "the squirrel lady," a rehabilitator who knows how to take care of injured squirrels. She found that the squirrel couldn’t move its back legs or tail but that it could use its front legs. She was pleased at how well we were caring for the squirrel, so after giving us detailed advice, she left it in our care.

We called the little squirrel Feisty because it was so lively, spunky, and bold. I kept her in my office in a fiberglass travel kennel, so that she couldn’t chew her way out. At first, it was only furnished with wood chips and a soft baby blanket. But gradually Feisty collected other things for her home. She usually explored my office while I worked, and one day she found a rawhide bone that the dog had left on the floor. She worked hard to drag the bone, which was as long as she was, into her kennel. She loved to chew on it—although Abercrombie was not happy to find his bone in her cage. With his nose against the door of the kennel, he spent hours watching her chew.

One day as I worked at the computer, Feisty gripped my sweatshirt with her front feet and climbed up my back. As she balanced on my shoulder, I held my breath. I was thinking about how powerful a squirrel’s teeth are—strong enough to open a black walnut. But then I had a wonderful thought: "There is a baby squirrel sitting on my shoulder!" And I loved it. In the days and weeks that followed, I got used to her climbing up my back and watching me work.

Once we knew she could climb, we brought a sturdy branch with rough bark into the office. We leaned the six-foot branch in a corner and fluffed a soft blanket around the base. Feisty was a good climber, but without the use of her tail for balance, she often ended up bouncing into the blanket. She also fell from my desk into the wastebasket at least once a day. I wondered if she did it on purpose. She liked playing with the waste paper until the wastebasket would turn over and she could escape!

We tried to "listen" to her behavior, so that we would know how best to care for her. She told us that she needed to chew (remember the rawhide bone she stole?) and that she needed to climb. She told us that she liked to be petted but not held. And she told us exactly what she liked to eat. Her favorite treat was sunflower seeds, but she also ate nuts, cereal, dried corn, and fruit. We hid some of her food, so that she could gather it and store it the way all squirrels do.

One day when I heard Feisty scolding the dog with a husky barking call, I recognized the sound that an adult squirrel makes. Feisty was still small, although her shoulders and front legs were sturdy and strong. I hadn’t realized until I heard her grown-up voice that she was grown.

Bob built a large cage for Feisty, so that we could introduce her to the outdoors. We placed a squirrel house inside the cage, as well as tree branches, water and food, and the baby blanket from her kennel. We even supplied a box of dirt so she could bury nuts. She spent several days moving into the squirrel house. She stripped leaves from the branches and made a nest with them. And she pulled the blanket inside, too!

An interesting thing happened when Feisty moved outside. She had a daily visitor. An adult squirrel spent time with her every morning. I wondered if the squirrel might be her mother. Young squirrels stay with their mother for a season, and sometimes we see them playing together.

We tried to make Feisty’s life in captivity as interesting as possible. We gave her unusual foods to try and natural objects to investigate. We occasionally brought her into the house, but she wasn’t really comfortable there any longer. One evening, I tried to call her out of her squirrel house, but she didn’t appear. The next morning I found her dead. We wrapped her in the baby blanket and laid her in a little grave lined with ferns. And we said goodbye to a dear friend.

 

 

Feisty couldn’t move her back legs or tail, but she was still very active.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What to Do If You Find a Wounded Animal

 

 

How to care for wounded wildlife is from A Kid’s Spring EcoJournal by Toni Albert.

It’s distressing to find a wounded animal. We want to try to help—but how? What is the best and wisest thing to do?

A bird or mammal that is so hurt that it can’t fly or run away is seriously injured or sick. Get help from an adult to gently lift the animal into a box lined with a soft towel. Since a helpless animal is naturally frightened and defensive, the adult should wear heavy work gloves to avoid getting bitten. Place the box in a warm quiet place away from people

You may want to feed and nurse the animal you rescue, but it takes special knowledge and skill to save a wild animal. Call the Humane Society, SPCA, Audubon Society, or a veterinarian for help. They will be able to put you in contact with a rehabilitator, a person who is experienced in caring for the kind of animal you found. Rehabilitators also have state permits to keep wildlife in captivity.

Once the rescued animal is settled with the rehabilitator, you can take the opportunity to ask some questions. Find out how the animals are cared for and where they are released. Maybe the rehabilitator will tell you some stories about other rescued animals. Maybe he or she will invite you to call and check on the progress of the animal you found.

We loved having Feisty in our family for a while, but it’s very sad to see a wild animal in captivity. It’s against the law to keep a wild animal as a pet—and it’s against what we know is right, too.

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