Updated: Dec 31, 2019
I am surrounded by many wild creatures, mostly small, mostly young. This is why I volunteer for Native Animal Rescue - I get to tend these injured or orphaned animals until they can be released back into their natural habitat. Warblers, finches, juncos, jays, crows. Baby mallards, young hummingbirds. A juvenile great horned owl. And in the other room – the baby mammals. Each so vulnerable, hungry, needing to tolerate my hands as I give them syringes filled with sustenance. And then I go home to the several small animals I am fostering, the ones that need bigger cages or more attention.
In my recent blog, "Ghost," I wrote about the rescued opossum in my care. Three baby ground squirrels have lived next door to this marsupial. They inhabit their large crate quite differently from the opossum who sequesters himself in the small cardboard “cave” at the back, not budging for hours. The three squirrels dart around after being returned to their cleaned cage, inspecting every square inch as they rearrange food and water bowls, periodically touching noses for a quick check-in.
The new terrain seems to excite them. They explore each small branch I've put in the crate, first by chewing, then climbing, finally leaping from it to grab the upper grated window to peer out. Creating a den in the rear corner is a serious endeavor as they manipulate the towels into a burrow where they will later sleep wrapped around and sometimes on top of each other. I know they have acclimated when they finally snatch a nut or spinach leaf and sit on their haunches next to each other, methodically nibbling away. There is no question that these are social, relational animals.
I need to hold them in order to give them their milk multiple times a day. I lift one out of the cage and offer her a nipple-capped syringe full of formula. I hold her firmly, otherwise she will crawl up inside my shirt, creating a nest against my warm skin.
Sucking hard, she grabs the syringe with both paws, her long finger-like toes spread wide. Try as I might to resist human comparisons, I’m reminded of nursing my baby son when he would sometimes jerk his head around to look up at my face. With the squirrels, a similar interruption occurs when the nursing squirrel hears her siblings. She emphatically pushes the syringe away as she twists her head to look over at the cage, her body language asking, What is going on in there?? As voracious as she was a moment ago, I can no longer interest her in the warm white fluid. There are more important things on her mind: her kin.
I feel lucky to have a legitimate excuse to be this intimately engaged with wild creatures. It can also be inconvenient. Again, I’m reminded of my time with my young son as I match my cycles to these squirrels' needs: waking early, going to bed late in order to make sure they don’t go too long between feedings. I get less sleep and day plans are adjusted, but I get to interact with undomesticated animals not bred for our pleasure or labor, that do not seek our favor. I find my human irrelevance comforting.
What does it even mean to be wild? Are these young ground squirrels less feral temporarily living in a cage and drinking formula, than they were before their mother’s death left them stranded? Even in the constraints of these tame circumstances, their instincts instruct them as they bury food, create burrows and negotiate dominance.
Why are some species perceived as more wild than others? In our culture, the media reinforces a hierarchy of wildness, with animals like tigers, bears, and eagles at the tip of the pyramid. The "charismatic mega-fauna." Generally top predators. Large. Fierce. Feared but respected. More familiar, the small prey animals, such as rabbits and squirrels, are sometimes seen as inconsequential, less intelligent, less dignified. And when they encroach on human endeavors, especially when overpopulating an area, it leads to them being viewed as vermin and pests.
I understand firsthand the frustrating challenge of animals such as rats and mice taking over the house or garage. Or ground squirrels and gophers destroying gardens and lawns and creating havoc in ranch fields. Unfortunately, killing them may sometimes be the only recourse, but hopefully only as a last resort, and always in a humane and non-toxic way.
Can this be done without making them into the Other? Without stereotyping them as dirty, disgusting, or disease ridden? There is a tendency to "dehumanize" animals as well as groups of people when we vie for the same territory or feel threatened by the unfamiliar.
It's not easy to hold the dissonance of mixed feelings, of difficult dilemmas. Can those of us who are advocates for wolves realize that denigrating attitudes toward prairie dogs and ground squirrels might not be so different from the ranchers' views whose livestock are threatened, believing "the only good wolf is a dead wolf"? I have a friend who is spending several days trapping gophers in his yard and burying them. But he does it with great sadness and with a small prayer for them.
I'm sitting on my floor at home with my now grown son. A squirrel nestles in his large hands, her delicate paws holding fast to the milky syringe I offer. She sucks noisily as we talk about these difficult ethical dilemmas that we face in the natural and political world. He comments that if you really look at this squirrel and her siblings - the details of the fur markings, the brightness of their eyes, their unmistakable curiosity - it would be hard not to respect and care about them. Each an individual, each true to squirrel nature. Wild.
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For more information about Native Animal Rescue, see my comments at the end of my opossum blog, "Ghost." I also provided the phone numbers for California Senators who will be voting on Bill AB 1788 to ban the use of rodenticides that are poisoning many wildlife species as well as domestic animals.
I would be interested to hear any thoughts about these important and complex challenges we face in living with our wild neighbors. Scroll down to the bottom of this page to leave your comments.