Nope, a giggle here too and no pain meds involved. The squirrel is going to go tell all of his friends what a great buffet you set and that you are a super nice guy rescues squirrels Ralph, that is what happened to me with the cats!
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Nope, a giggle here too and no pain meds involved. The squirrel is going to go tell all of his friends what a great buffet you set and that you are a super nice guy rescues squirrels Ralph, that is what happened to me with the cats!
I so understand..
It is easy to say "death to all squirrels" but when you get to meet one on the battle field and start to communicate ,you realize you have a lot in common and become friends...
Now you can see why my CX's got to live so long.
I had a good giggle too... also no pain meds... or vodka.
When I was a kid, I rescued a black squirrel from the clutches of my cat's teeth. I tried to nurse the poor thing back to health, hand feeding and watering it. Mind you, the poor thing likely had a broken back. It could not move. But those sad little squirrel eyes...
Once while feeding it, I must have moved it just the wrong way and hurt it. The little critter bit me. I have a scar on my wrist to this day form the debacle that followed...
In reaction to being bitten, I flung my hand, squirrel still attached to my wrist, and tried to get it off. It took a few pretty good shakes. Blood was flying everywhere. The poor thing flew across the room and was, I am quite sure, worse off. As was my little brother who was subjected to watching this take place.
Since I was bitten, we had to take the squirrel in to be sure it didn't have rabies. I didn't realize the vet was going to kill the squirrel to do the test. I was devastated.
Luckily I didn't get rabies. I did, however, vow to never rescue a wild animal again.
Until I found the nest of baby birds on the ground...
We always knew you were a bit of a softie Ralph... You kept the most CX babies of all of us!
Linda, get well soon!
When I was a kid, I rescued a black squirrel from the clutches of my cat's teeth. I tried to nurse the poor thing back to health, hand feeding and watering it. Mind you, the poor thing likely had a broken back. It could not move. But those sad little squirrel eyes...
Once while feeding it, I must have moved it just the wrong way and hurt it. The little critter bit me. I have a scar on my wrist to this day form the debacle that followed...
In reaction to being bitten, I flung my hand, squirrel still attached to my wrist, and tried to get it off. It took a few pretty good shakes. Blood was flying everywhere. The poor thing flew across the room and was, I am quite sure, worse off. As was my little brother who was subjected to watching this take place.
Since I was bitten, we had to take the squirrel in to be sure it didn't have rabies. I didn't realize the vet was going to kill the squirrel to do the test. I was devastated.
Luckily I didn't get rabies. I did, however, vow to never rescue a wild animal again.
Until I found the nest of baby birds on the ground...
We always knew you were a bit of a softie Ralph... You kept the most CX babies of all of us!
Linda, get well soon!
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You were lucky on the rabies front.
I have been through the series of rabies shots. I got them when I was 16.
It was everyday for 3 weeks, 21 shots! I kept the needles to signify where I was at in the treatment, but I have since lost them. It was not like it is now where you cannot have a syringe without a doctors order.
It was 21 shots into my stomach, which was considerably smaller than it is now. They would put the needle in and inject about half of the stuff and let the syringe rest on my belly for about 15-20 minutes with the needle still inserted into poor me. They would then put the rest in and make me wait 30 minutes before I could leave the dr's office.
I had some pills of some kind I had to carry with me in case of a reaction. I remember around day 10-13 (mid point) I was sicker than a dog! It was not a fun time in my life. However, I used it to my advantage and managed to skip English class for 15 days! I would leave right after attendance was taken. The teacher was boring as drying chicken poop on a dogs whiskers.
I was told by the Doc I would have life long immunity to rabies. I have never tested that and am not sure he knew what he was talking about. The animal that bit me had rabies, it was tested at university. ( it was a bat, which I happen to have a phobia of). I assume Zooman would be better suited to tell us if I really have immunity to rabies or not.
Because of my possible immunity to rabies I have made a deal with my wife, I will stand between her and any wild animal, if she stands between any speeding bullets and knifes.
Thankfully, the rabies treatment is not as gruesome as it was back in the dark ages. My son went through rabies tx. and as I recall, it was gamma-globulin in a series of injections around the bite site, followed by the rabies shots into the gluteus, which I think were weekly... but it's been a long time, so I forget the frequency.
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Thanks, honey, still taking the pain meds and still laughing at YOUR plight. Teach you to try and do something nice for wild animals. My mama was the worst at helping baby anythings that were screaming. When she was albout 45 she crawled into a giant bramble patch to rescue a baby rabbit that a snake had gotten. She grabbed the snake by the neck and twisted his head clean off. Rage. Rabbit of course was dead. Nobody, but nobody messed with my Mama. Especially after that story got around. She was very ascerbic and not liked at all. But, by God, she was respected!!!! We moved to the country in my senior year. At the time I was in my early 20's and dying to get out of Dodge. Going to college. I came home one weekend and she wanted me to help her do some fishing. We had a pond. City girl here and never fished. She caught this huge 5# 'er and threw it to me and said " Get the hammer and bash his head". Huh? What? So tried but I was such a wuss. She had to take over and "show me how it's done", Never went with her again. I had a million excuses. ha So Ralphie, you are in good company. I've had to steel myself to be able to process my two roosters I've done so far. But I'm getting better. That's why I decided to switch gears and focus more on the egg end of things rather than try to raise dozens of CX's and process. On my own, no help at all. Not even moral support. I'll be processing the cockerels when the time comes, but just not all at once.
Thanks, honey, still taking the pain meds and still laughing at YOUR plight. Teach you to try and do something nice for wild animals. My mama was the worst at helping baby anythings that were screaming. When she was albout 45 she crawled into a giant bramble patch to rescue a baby rabbit that a snake had gotten. She grabbed the snake by the neck and twisted his head clean off. Rage. Rabbit of course was dead. Nobody, but nobody messed with my Mama. Especially after that story got around. She was very ascerbic and not liked at all. But, by God, she was respected!!!! We moved to the country in my senior year. At the time I was in my early 20's and dying to get out of Dodge. Going to college. I came home one weekend and she wanted me to help her do some fishing. We had a pond. City girl here and never fished. She caught this huge 5# 'er and threw it to me and said " Get the hammer and bash his head". Huh? What? So tried but I was such a wuss. She had to take over and "show me how it's done", Never went with her again. I had a million excuses. ha So Ralphie, you are in good company. I've had to steel myself to be able to process my two roosters I've done so far. But I'm getting better. That's why I decided to switch gears and focus more on the egg end of things rather than try to raise dozens of CX's and process. On my own, no help at all. Not even moral support. I'll be processing the cockerels when the time comes, but just not all at once.
I heard the treatments were not what they use to be.... My side of the story will be the kids today are not as tough as we were...
and I am sticking to it too.....
But then that's a given, back in my day I had to walk 3 miles up hill both ways to school in 40 below weather, that was before global warming. might have even been in the little ice age.
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Man, I feel your pain on the weather, we had 43 low last night and I left the heat lamp off on my babies in the storeroom. They are feathered out now and I'm not sure when so stop the light. Two weeks old or so. It's going to be colder tonight, 32 , so I'll put the lamp back on for a few more days. The fellow is coming to put the hardware cloth on the coop next week and I'm moving them out. I'll put straw bales on three sides of their little nook but hopefully I'll not have to do the heat lamp much longer.
Man, I feel your pain on the weather, we had 43 low last night and I left the heat lamp off on my babies in the storeroom. They are feathered out now and I'm not sure when so stop the light. Two weeks old or so. It's going to be colder tonight, 32 , so I'll put the lamp back on for a few more days. The fellow is coming to put the hardware cloth on the coop next week and I'm moving them out. I'll put straw bales on three sides of their little nook but hopefully I'll not have to do the heat lamp much longer.
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