I called for Bob and he came out to check the baby to see if it was still alive. The boys ran inside to get a box and then they filled it with leaves. We put the baby in the box - it was so young it hadn't opened it's eyes yet. He cried for his mom and seemed fairly active so we left him in the box and went inside hoping the mama squirrel would come back. A few hours later he was still there so I warmed up a corn bag and put in under the leaves in his box. He was still there in the morning so I tried to feed him but he barely drank 10 drops of milk. I checked him out again afterward and his ankle seems to be broken. See in the picture above how his foot is facing the wrong way? Poor little guy! I called the wildlife rehabilitation number and they said they won't take injured animals. I called around to vets and finally found one that takes wild animals so we packed him up and took him over there. Wyatt named him Squirrelly Gray. Everyone was upset to leave him there but we talked about how the mom squirrel wouldn't take him back to the nest because he was hurt so someone had to take care of him. We imagined him getting better and being released into a big forest full of acorns and friendly squirrels for him to play with.
Robyn was very excited about the baby squirrel. She wanted to pet him and give him the milk. She was very sad when we had to leave him outside and even more sad when we left him at the vet's office. She is the queen of the squirrels so she has lots of squirrel friends.
