The Story of the Squirrel

This is chapter in my new book coming soon-rebirth revisited.

Second half of the story will be available only in the book.

The Story of the Squirrel

It is fitting to finish this book with this story.

In fact this story hastened me to write before other books that I was planning for sometime.

Fortunately, if happened during the prolong industrial action and I could record the story briefly for posterity with the help of my wife and my daughter.

Family Crisis, TRIN-GO the Trigger Mechanism of the Crisis

TRIN-GO was the newly coined name of our adopted grandson who was a very tiny squirrel who even had not opened its eyes.

We  kept a diary of its progress not with any intention of including it in this book but the unexpected events that unfolded had made me to do so, and in fact hastened writing this book.

After, I had attended to the emergency need (half of the rescue work by my wife) I let the tiny one relax and go to sleep since my wife had frightened it very much, the only sedative I could assure was a dark room conducive for sleeping.

I went to sleep myself and when I got up, the next thing was to name it.

GO was vital and I had decided that it had to GO when he is ready.

I won´t get attached to it.

TRI is that it had to survive from the CATS, and my DOG and the fiery Ants.

It also has stripes not three but many on its back.

I left a little notebook for my daughter to keep the records and again went back to town to find a suitable PEN.

Quite by accident the name rings on me the way we handle RECONCILIATION.

We are like CATS, DOGS and SQUIRRELS,

They cannot live in one house or a PEN.

Without any amendments the new name was endorsed by the adopted family and the poor  squirrel family has to be satisfied one minus but soon the juvenile would be roaming on rooftops and tree as bird.

We are worse than CATS, DOGS and SQUIRRELS.

In spite of the oddity in nature they somehow survive near human habitation.

Only rarely one has to intervene, when one is young, blind or injured.

Then, we have to extend some help.

Soon he has to be released to the mother nature.

That was my resolve and no attachment.

Diary of the Young Squirrel

Few pages of the diary are here with very little editing.

Day 0ne-1

Friday the 21st of September 2012.

TRINGO is a bundle of energy.

He climbs up to the rooftop of the hurriedly made and fabricated playpen.

He takes only 3 drops per feed.

Last feed was at 11.50 A.M make and some fresh milk needs to be prepared at at4.30 P.M.

He has not passed water / urine and appeared very dry.

His stools are dry like squashed, parboiled dry rice.

Day Five-5-Tuesday 25thSeptember

Opened its eyes and may be about five weeks old.

Day 9 -Saturday, 29th September

Weighed 20 grams.

Day 11

Barely able lick milk on the anatomical snuffbox of the dorsal aspect of my hand.

Day 12

Able to reverse backwards,

Day 13

I made a mess while feeding and his under belly and tail was soaked with milk which I attributed wrongly to his urine.

Tiny drop of urine on my hand but very concentrated.

Gives a signal before voiding bowel which were soft and yellow.

Still weighs 20 grams but 21 grams after a feed.

I had to spend over two hours since he was very active and won’t settle down in the pen.

First jump when left on the bed on its own.

Tears down my dog’s eyes

Why?

I was playing with the new guy.

Yes, for three days he had tears in its eyes.

Are you neglecting me because of this new guy?

That was the message my dog planted in my eyes.

Able to nibble at soft banana but not able to swallow but takes the juicy part and still not ready for solids.

Needs coxing and guiding.

Unable to find food on its own except milk.

Loves fruit yogurt.

Very active won’t go to sleep.

Climb up and down and wonder away and not able to define its sphere of activity and returning to the base.

All together  two and a half hours play time and no winder my dog felt sad for himself.

Very well settled down. Grooms and talk to self and listen to external sound attentively.

Day 14-4th October

Becoming independent.

Able to find food on a tray but goes into panic mode when feeding is discounted.

Grooms on its own but not not the tail.

Self assured and no wondering in the pen aimlessly.

Tail still not straight or fully formed.

Alert to the presence of me or my daughter.

Has not gained weight probably due probably to its hyperactivity.

Teeth growing but unable gnaw guava which was hard for its teeth.

Loves ripe banana.

Day 15

Sleeps well when he has had a good meal.

Feeds more in two sittings.

Loves fruit yoghurt.

Day 16

Very talkative.

Say no and able to refuse food.

Loves to wonder around aimlessly.

Day 17-7th October 2012

Teeth visible.

Feeds OK.

Voiding OK.

You will see the rest of the story in the book both in print form and digitally.