this little fellow came up to me while i was working in the yard and asked me for help. one of its eyes was severely damaged and it had wounds with dried blood caked all over them. it was too young to survive on its own.
when i sat down on the porch he crawled up onto me and i took him to a wildlife rehabilitation center. i figured that if he was smart enough and brave enough to ask me for help then it was the least could do.
he has since been re-introduced onto my property (minus one eye) along with another from somewhere else whose leg was amputated. they were rehabilitated together and they are coming along just fine as far as i can tell. they remain wild.
i keep the squirells and rodents out of my house and attic by using an ultrasonic device which makes the spaces uninviting for them to habitate.
each morning when i feed my ducks and the wild birds (lots of different types come now) i leave a little pile for the squirrels as well so they wont eat all of the food.
its a symbiotic relationship which brings me alot of happiness.
i like animals. i admire them for their ability to survive in a manner which is free. i do not hunt, but i understand the need to be able to and have done so in the past. i cannot stand to see things abused to satisfy the insecurities of people who feel the need to act out their anger on things which cannot fight back.
people like to hurt things for pleasure. it is small. it is wasteful. it is sociopathic.
they deserve that type of treatment way before animals do.
ask your wives if i should have taken this little squirell and wrung its little neck or put it in a slingshot rather than saving it.
