I love the wildlife in my garden and living ten minutes from Manchester city centre, that’s no mean feat… to have wildlife that is, not to love living in Manchester. The foxes get crunchy bones fresh from the local butchers, the goldfinches get niger seeds, my varied and cheeky bluetits get all the seeds they can manage and the squirrels got peanuts. Any problem there? No, me neither. Until my favourite squirrel, an old girl who pops into the kitchen on occasion when she fancies a cashew, suddenly went bald. Big stripes, utterly hairless, awful. Last year we had a fox with mange who lost all his hair so I treated him using homeopathic medicines every night for 3 weeks (pills tucked in burgers and drops on jam sandwiches – no mean feat in the Manchester rain)
After trawling the net to find something on squirrel hair loss (no I couldn’t quite believe I was doing it either), I found the amazing Clarissa Summers, queen of rescuing baby sqidgies and hand rearing them.