When they first came to us they were puny and smelt bad.
They were so tiny that they snugly fit into our palms. Their skin was soft and
furry and they loved it when we rubbed underneath their necks. Soon Jack and
Jill acclimatized themselves to be held and petted by human hands and stoically
bore with us as we lavished them with cuddles and kisses. But never once in
their six months stay with us did they lose their identity of being squirrels
and did a thorough job of chewing up our cupboards and curtain rods.
Our first interaction with squirrels occurred when our
nieghbours asked us to take care of two new born squirrels as they were going
out for a vacation. I was apprehensive and excited. After my pet cat died, I
never had an opportunity to take care of animals and was looking forward to the
little ones. But sadly they both died. My
daughters and I were inconsolable and my husband had his hands full comforting
three tear y eyed women. With a heavy heart we buried them and placed flowers
on their little graves.
When I came back home I told my husband that we had to get
two squirrels and give it to the nieghbours. We contacted a lady from the Blue Cross
and were over the moon when she told us that she had two orphaned baby
squirrels. We jumped at the opportunity
and thus Jack and Jill entered our lives. Though we took them with the sole
purpose of giving them to our neighbour’s daughters, we realised that we could
not part with them. Our joy knew no bounds when our neighbour became less keen
on having squirrels as pets.
This time, Subashini, the Blue Cross lady was there to help
us out. She taught me how to feed them milk with 1 mm syringes and gave them
homeopathic medicines as supplements. Very soon they became healthy and very
active. Their home was a blue basket and they rollicked in it. As they grew a
little older, we started giving them solid food. Their favourite was curd, coconut,
chickoo and apple. During meal times, we would leave them on the dining table
and place the fruits on it and they would run around and grab them and eat.
They were caged only during nap time and had free access to our hall and
bedroom. They would climb up the curtains and sit snugly on the rods and chew
them to their hearts content. Soon we segmented their blue basket into sleeping
and bathroom quarters and they understood that if they had to pee and poop they
would have to come to the bathroom segment and do it. They learnt quickly and
made me a proud momma. Their favourite
toy was Goofy and their favourite perch was Goofy’s nose. There was never a
dull moment and we relished each and every moment that we spent with them.
Soon it was time to initiate them into the wild. My heart
was heavy with the prospect t that they would leave soon. Jill was the leader
and Jack always followed her. She quickly went up and down a rope which I had
tied from my balcony to a money plant kept on the ground floor. But Jack was literally
shivering at the prospect of climbing down a rope. We coaxed him, but he was so
scared that he darted into his basket and hid under his bed covers. I realised that Jill was capable of surviving in
the open, but Jack was a gone case.
The next day I took them to the neighbour’s house and let
them loose on a huge tree. Jill darted
immediately and scurried up; Jack hesitated and then quickly followed her. I
left their basket on the tree with food in it. I was happy that my plan worked.
My babies were now ready for their new life. I visited them for a week and was glad when I
saw them darting among branches. With
regular updates from my neighbour I was finally at peace knowing they were still
together and free.