Squirrels have been keeping Bernie busy these days. Yesterday after he brought Babyboy back he told me he was feeding Babyboy and Bronxie from the same syringe, alternating between the two. The little girl squirrel had been fed first and was already asleep in her nest box.
The one I call Bronxie was brought to him from the Bronx, after he was injured by bigger squirrels in a fight. He had a bloody nose and was generally weak and having trouble walking. He is recovering nicely but last night he awoke shrieking from a nightmare. He is obviously traumatized by what happened to him.
Today Bernie gave the little girl over to Kathy, the rehabber who rescued Babyboy's sibling after they all fell out of their nest. So now he's down to four squirrels if Babygirl is found. I asked him if things aren't getting a bit to hectic over there at his office (which is where he keeps them). He agreed that it was, and he's not used to having so many around at once, but it's just the way things have been happening recently. Still no sign of Babygirl though. Bernie searched for several hours this morning. She must have moved from where she'd been released, but to where? It's a big park.