So yesterday, we might have gotten another baby squirrel.
Just might.
Just maybe----okay, yeah we did.
This one's a lot older then Sandy was when we first got her, and I reckon this new baby is about five-weeks old, six at the most.
We got her from up at the Lake; my grandpa caught her after a thundershower while she was trying to get back up the tree. In foresight, I think he probably should have left her (over the phone, it sounded like she was younger then what they described) but I'm still happy to have another gray squirrel pet.
I held her from when we got home yesterday, until my mom made me put her up (a good handful of hours). She did a lot of sleeping, a bit of eating, and took down a fair bit of formula, but she was so stunned at us holding her, the noise, the lights, and everything---I just let her sleep and hide, and she's doing better today, and eating/drinking more.
We haven't named her yet, I thought my dad was going to, but Quinn says we're supposed to name her.
Those pictures are from when we first got her home yesterday evening: we don't actually have to use gloves to hold her---she's actually pretty tame (though a bit nervous) and hasn't bitten anybody yet.
Me and Dad are at war of who will bond with the squirrel first.
It's going to be a close call---but he has to work today, so I might just be the winner. ;)
More pictures soon!
