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oldemagics
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groing fast
but stillbig babies...
think the one laying back may end up with us permanently
seems blind in one eye and walks off every edge he encounters, and instead of taking flight like his brother when the dog barks, he runs to see "whats up?"
course with the neighbor feeding every cat that gets dumped, after a probable easy life before someone got tired of them, a squirrel running TOWARDS them thinking "will you cuddle me?" would probably put the cat to flight...
but stillbig babies...
think the one laying back may end up with us permanently
seems blind in one eye and walks off every edge he encounters, and instead of taking flight like his brother when the dog barks, he runs to see "whats up?"
course with the neighbor feeding every cat that gets dumped, after a probable easy life before someone got tired of them, a squirrel running TOWARDS them thinking "will you cuddle me?" would probably put the cat to flight...
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back when I was working repairing golf carts in searing Florida, the old foreman had 5 or 6 grey squirrels that were hand tame. they were wild, but if you had a peanut in your had they would come up and take it from you. they liked sliced bananas too. go figure!
how did you come to have them?
tom
they found 7, 4 alive
next day there was only 2 left and in rough shape, dont know if mom or a stray cat got the other 2
end of day they were stillthere and feeble,so they went home wth me
did a bunch of them when i lived home on the farm, then a single female when we moved here after many years of no "wild" critters around
wife loved it so much (city gal) that every one we hear about she wants to raise
My grandad had a red squirrel foundling. Every morning as he left for his blacksmith shop he'd stop at the door and that squirrel would climb the front of his overalls and right into the big pocket up front.
There's not many left who can recall it, but nearly every time I'm up to Eskridge I'm told about how this big bear of a man would walk to his shop with that tiny squirrel in his pocket.
Grandad Clarke passed when I was four or five. Sure wish I could have known him better.