Wednesday (April 20th, 2011) was no ordinary day.
For some reason the weather here in London has not been very friendly.
We have had practically 7 months of winter.
On this particular freezing Wednesday, as I just hopped off the bus to begin the short walk to my house, something fell from the sky. (And, it is not something you usually see falling.)
It was raining all right, and a little something extra... But not cats, nor dogs, in fact it was a baby squirrel!
I was certainly confused at first, and I believed it to be dead, however it was alive!
This squirrel had been dropped by a large crow, who was to most likely eat it for dinner, and it was patiently waiting a few meters away. Anyways, since I am a true lover of animals...
I COULDN'T JUST LEAVE HIM THERE! (In the middle of the road on a freezing cold day with a crow the size of my dog meters away!) So, since I was about 1 block away from my house I thought I would run home and grab an old towel to scoop him up in, cause I was kinda nervous that he might bite me or have rabies or blood or something. But, as I turned to leave, the crow took another chance at a meal and started pecking at the baby squirrel again! This made me so mad! I decided that I could not leave this squirrel unattended, and so I called my house in hopes somebody would be home.
Fortunately my dad was home sick from work (Thanks dad!) and I convinced him to bring me an old towel and a box. When we got back home I was delighted at how serious my dad had become with my "squirrel situation". He immediately began looking for a syringe and mixing up some sugar-water in order to hydrate little squirrelly. We noticed the squirrel's breathing improve as he warmed up and became hydrated.
I quickly Googled : squirrel growth chart, so I could get an idea of the age of my little furry friend and concluded that he was approximately 5 weeks old. (So young!) He didn't have any front teeth yet (just bottoms), his tail wasn't fluffed up yet, and his eyes were still closed.
When my mom got home from work, she met the squirrel and also helped out by going to the vet to buy some replacement milk powder (that we also Googled) that squirrels could drink, even though its main use is for puppies. We made sure to feed him every 2 hours, as we were instructed by a friend of a friend who helps injured wildlife. However, unfortunately the squirrel didn't make it. :( He died after about 6 hours, most likely due to internal injuries from being dropped to the ground (probably a few times) by the crow.
Even though he died though, I still am happy that he did not have to die in a more unpleasant manner, such as being run over by a car, freezing to death, or as a crow's dinner.
Instead, he lived his last hours warm, with a full belly, and with people who care for him.
He died in peace.
(I think I might cry now...)
XOXO
C