One day I was crossing the parking lot to get to the grocery store, and noticed something odd on the ground. A little tiny grey baby squirrel. At first, I thought it was dead, as it not move as I approached it. To this day, I don’t know how it ended up in the middle of a parking lot with hardly any trees around.
After a split second of consideration, I made the decision that the baby squirrel is coming home with me. It didn’t fight me, as I slowly picked it up and I took that as a sign that it didn’t sustain any major damage, like broken bones. At home, I made a small nest out of a towel and left the squirrel alone.
For the next two weeks, the baby squirrel lived with me. It recovered quite fast from what I diagnosed as fatigue. Once it had a good day/night/day sleep it appeared to be a healthy squirrel with lots of energy and big appetite.
As much as I wanted, I couldn’t keep it indefinitely. I lived in a fairly small apartment with hardly any light. And definitely no backyard, that the squirrel could have enjoyed. Eventually, I took it to Flint Creek Wildlife Rehabilitation. I was promised they’ll take good care of the baby squirrel and will release it into the wild once it was ready.
