Mama again.

As Chuck and I were walking back from the neighbors of our neighbors, on Sunday, Chuck looked down and saw this baby squirrel under one of their huge oak trees.   I picked it up from keeping their dog, who was sitting about 50 feet from it, getting it.   We looked and looked up in the tree to see if we could see the nest where it had fallen from.  We couldn't see a nest at all.  Soooooo, I brought it home with us.  I know!  Do I know how to take care of a baby squirrel? Nope!  Chuck got on line and read all about it.  He made a plastic box with a lid, where he cut a hole and taped screen over the hole, for him to live in.  That way the cats can't get to him.   I found a piece of fleece for his blanket and put a hand warmer under a couple of the layers, to keep him warm.  We read what we should feed him and how often.  What in the heck, did we ever do without the Internet?   So now, I'm being a squirrel mama.  I know if he makes it to adult hood, he will be friendly to us and it will take a long time to get him to live in the wild on his own.  We will release him down by the barn to keep George kitty away from him.  We're suppose to build him a box and hang it on a tree for him to live in until he decides that he's a squirrel and can make his own home.  I have a feeling he will come inside to barn to visit Chuck when he's down there.  Let's hope I can get him to this stage in his life.