Breaks my heart. We had a baby squirrel once, whose mother was hit by a car. We named him Dumplin and he lived in our house, used a litter box, adapted very well. When he got old enough, we decided we should expose him to the outdoors. I fixed him a little nesting area under our very tall front porch ceiling that he could easily access by climbing a wooden pole. As soon as I let him outside, he jumped down off the front porch, ran across the front yard and into the woods and we never saw him again. My heart soared, especially because he would bark at me from his tree across our yard every time I went outside. He was my wild child, indeed.
Breaks my heart. We had a baby squirrel once, whose mother was hit by a car. We named him Dumplin and he lived in our house, used a litter box, adapted very well. When he got old enough, we decided we should expose him to the outdoors. I fixed him a little nesting area under our very tall front porch ceiling that he could easily access by climbing a wooden pole. As soon as I let him outside, he jumped down off the front porch, ran across the front yard and into the woods and we never saw him again. My heart soared, especially because he would bark at me from his tree across our yard every time I went outside. He was my wild child, indeed.