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Apparently the squirrel hasn't been retrieved by mother. I guess he must be too big to carry after all. We went to get the cardboard box that he was in and it turns out that he climbed out of it and was hiding in the undergrowth. So at least we know he's well enough to climb over the eight-inch box wall.
We did happen to spot the nest, not too far up in a sort of spindly white pine. So my dad hauled out our ladder and, after scoping out the nest, proceeded to coax the baby into the box (still without touching) and bring the (closed) box to the nest.
He wasn't, however, expecting mama squirrel to go on the offensive. She understandably wasn't too happy with him being near the nest, and he backed down the ladder a ways. She jumped to another tree and ran up it, obviously more frightened of him than anything else (and for good reason, since there was another little one in the nest).
But although his intentions were to plop the baby into the nest, it turns out it isn't as easy as all that. Squirrel nests, it seems, aren't like the stereotypical bird nest with an open top. No, it has a *side* entrance.
Well, as you can see, my dad was in a bit of a jam with a distressed mother squirrel in a neighboring tree, twenty-five feet up in the air with a baby squirrel that he didn't want to get his scent on. Obviously, he didn't want to handle the squirrel, but he couldn't get it to go into the hole in the side of the nest no matter how hard he tried (and, of course, he didn't want the poor thing to fall down *again*).
So right now, the baby squirrel is inside the box which is lashed with bungee cords next to the nest entrance. We checked up on him after about half an hour, and he is still in there -- but the adult squirrel dashed out of the nest (or box, we're not sure) when we did, so at least she's still keeping her eye on him.
Oh dear.
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