It’s time to look back on 2024! Check our blog between Christmas and New Year’s for a variety of stories and memories of 2024 from the staff and volunteers of the Wildlife Center of Virginia
One day that stands out in my memory was a chilly September morning when large trucks and equipment were driving up the hillside at the Center to work on the new flight pens. As part of my routine, I always check to make sure the construction crew has everything they need. On this particular morning, I was walking up the small, one-lane gravel road that runs in front of the aviary. Vehicles and equipment had been driving up and down for about an hour when I suddenly heard a strange squeak—a sound unlike any noise I’m used to hearing here.
Squeaks are not uncommon at the Wildlife Center, but this one, coming from near the bird of prey enclosures, immediately caught my attention. I stopped, confused, and looked around, trying to figure out where the noise was coming from. As I glanced down at the gravel by my feet, I saw a young flying squirrel—eyes still closed—squeaking desperately for warmth and help.
As soon as I realized what was happening, I gently picked up the young squirrel with a burdock leaf and rushed him straight to our head vet, Dr. Karra. Everyone was surprised that the little squirrel had come from our own property, and honestly, so was I. You never know when you'll find an animal in need.
Fortunately, other than being cold and hungry, the squirrel was in great shape. We even received another infant flying squirrel around the same time, which was a relief since flying squirrels are social animals. It made me happy to know he wouldn’t be alone in his recovery.
Fast-forward to today—the flying squirrel now living in a colony at the Rockfish Wildlife Sanctuary. As much as I would have loved to release him right here at the Center, surrounded by all of us, I knew it was best to give him a life with other flying squirrels. In this ever-changing world, he’ll have the support and skills he needs to thrive in his new colony.
The staff at Rockfish were kind enough to send an update: the little guy is doing well! He’s in a large enclosure, learning how to get around and forage for food. He’ll be released in spring when he’s ready for his big return to the wild.
This moment was a real act of chance—if I hadn’t heard that squeak and acted quickly, I don’t think the squirrel would have made it, especially with all the heavy equipment passing by. It’s hard to believe he wasn’t run over. I still think about him, but I’m happy to know he’s got the best shot at life now, after such a rocky start.
— Mathew Westebbe, Maintenance Technician