Waddle Dee
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Doesn't have to be recent and pets can count too but this is mainly about encounters you've had with wildlife, where you helped them out.
Almost 3 years ago I lived with my family in a small house in Los Angeles. We heard some noises in a palm tree in our backyard and thought it must be baby birds. We heard them almost all day so we were worried that the mom left them or died. When my dad got home from work at night he said he saw a dead squirrel on the road so it was probably baby squirrels chirping instead. I got a pool net and we tried to carefully scoop out the babies. It turns out that he was right and we got all three of them out of the tree and put them in a plastic bin with plenty of small holes in the top and with the lid slightly off. My mom looked up how to feed infant squirrels (they looked no older than a couple weeks) and me and her started taking care of them that night. We put the bin they were sleeping in inside my sister's room (who lived at her college at the time) and would continue feeding them, putting them in a little box to poop, and tried to get animal control to take them. For some asinine reason, animal control wouldn't take them in since they were "too young" so we just continued taking care of them in secret for the next two months.
Once they got older (they were big enough that we eventually put them in a used cat cage we had) we carefully let the outside of the cage to run around but we'd leave the cage open for them and at night we'd see if they all came back and close the cage. You could say we were being overprotective, and I'd agree but we were becoming fond of them. Having to hold onto them and carefully feed them with syringes for about a month will do that.
Not long after we let them go and got rid of the cage but they still came back again and again. They'd come by nearly every day for some food and one of them even allowed us to pet it. I live with my girlfriend in an apartment not too far from home now and when ever I visit I ask my parent how the squirrels are doing since at least one of them (who has had a very distinct marking on one of his legs for years) keeps coming back, along with younger squirrels.
Another story for me was when I saved a skunk who was in the pool in my parent's backyard (happened just last week when I was visiting them). The water was deep enough for a skunk to sink in it, but not high enough to climb out. It was doing a weak doggy paddle in the pool and clearly wasn't going to last in their forever (skunks can swim but not well and it's mainly a last resort). I got a shovel and tried to scoop the skunk out. After a bit of hesitating, it went onto the shovel and sat on it as I pulled him out. To be honest, I wasn't even thinking about getting sprayed, I just wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I let that skunk die. Thankfully the skunk didn't spray me and instead did a casual little waddle out of the backyard, through a hole in the fence. When that skunk clung onto the shovel, and I was pulling him out, I felt like I was communicating on a deeper level with it. I know that sounds dumb but that stupid skunk left an impression and I've thought about him every few days, hoping he's safe with his family or whatever.
So that's enough from me. What are some of your stories?
Almost 3 years ago I lived with my family in a small house in Los Angeles. We heard some noises in a palm tree in our backyard and thought it must be baby birds. We heard them almost all day so we were worried that the mom left them or died. When my dad got home from work at night he said he saw a dead squirrel on the road so it was probably baby squirrels chirping instead. I got a pool net and we tried to carefully scoop out the babies. It turns out that he was right and we got all three of them out of the tree and put them in a plastic bin with plenty of small holes in the top and with the lid slightly off. My mom looked up how to feed infant squirrels (they looked no older than a couple weeks) and me and her started taking care of them that night. We put the bin they were sleeping in inside my sister's room (who lived at her college at the time) and would continue feeding them, putting them in a little box to poop, and tried to get animal control to take them. For some asinine reason, animal control wouldn't take them in since they were "too young" so we just continued taking care of them in secret for the next two months.
Once they got older (they were big enough that we eventually put them in a used cat cage we had) we carefully let the outside of the cage to run around but we'd leave the cage open for them and at night we'd see if they all came back and close the cage. You could say we were being overprotective, and I'd agree but we were becoming fond of them. Having to hold onto them and carefully feed them with syringes for about a month will do that.
Not long after we let them go and got rid of the cage but they still came back again and again. They'd come by nearly every day for some food and one of them even allowed us to pet it. I live with my girlfriend in an apartment not too far from home now and when ever I visit I ask my parent how the squirrels are doing since at least one of them (who has had a very distinct marking on one of his legs for years) keeps coming back, along with younger squirrels.
Another story for me was when I saved a skunk who was in the pool in my parent's backyard (happened just last week when I was visiting them). The water was deep enough for a skunk to sink in it, but not high enough to climb out. It was doing a weak doggy paddle in the pool and clearly wasn't going to last in their forever (skunks can swim but not well and it's mainly a last resort). I got a shovel and tried to scoop the skunk out. After a bit of hesitating, it went onto the shovel and sat on it as I pulled him out. To be honest, I wasn't even thinking about getting sprayed, I just wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I let that skunk die. Thankfully the skunk didn't spray me and instead did a casual little waddle out of the backyard, through a hole in the fence. When that skunk clung onto the shovel, and I was pulling him out, I felt like I was communicating on a deeper level with it. I know that sounds dumb but that stupid skunk left an impression and I've thought about him every few days, hoping he's safe with his family or whatever.
So that's enough from me. What are some of your stories?