Babyboos... Here's the story... We have a bird house right in a tree outside our kitchen window in our little apartment above the garage. My husband and I always wondered if something was in there. Sometimes the hole would appear clogged with sticks and grass and other times it looked clear and open.
Well earlier the other day I saw something sticking out of it and thought it was a bird of some sorts. But when I came over to get a closer look I saw it was the head of a red squirrel sticking out. It was so cute I wished I had the camera to take a picture.
I emailed my hubby to tell him about it and I even mentioned about how I was worried that the cats may get the babies when they finally leave the nest. Later that day my father-in-law was out in the yard doing work and he started going around and cleaning out the bird houses. I noticed the ladder going up to the tree the squirrel was in, and just as I was going to run down there and warn him, he was already at the door to tell me he had found a squirrel nest, and there were some babies on the ground.
The bird house had quite a fall before it hit the ground. So of course the mother ran away and there were four babies sprawled out on the ground. So I probably shouldnt have touched them but I instinctively gathered them up, checked to see if they were hurt, and then stuffed them into a box with the nesting material from the bird house.
I feel bad for the mother, but at lest she didnt watch them get robbed and taken away by a fisher or raccoon or something.
Somehow I have always stumbled across animals that needed help. One time carefresh there were a litter of baby rabbits in this co-op I lived in that the children kept finding and picking up and they would bring them to my house because they all kind of knew me as the "animal girl", eventually we acquired about 6 rabbits and had them all in a small wire hamster cage. When they are young like that the mother allows them free range to hop around during the day and collects them for feeding time. But if they have been touched by a human she will reject them.
So we had to feed them about every 3 or 4 hours with goats milk in a syringe and had to run their bellies with a damp cloth to get them to go to the bathroom after. Eventually a women came that rehabilitates animals and took them away.