Sorry to say this, but Atticus died early this morning. I knew he was fragile, but hoped he would be able to make it. Most likely he had a failure to thrive and wasn't gaining weight as fast as most baby squirrels. He was a sweet little thing, and as often happens with an animal that requires a lot of care, I developed a great deal of affection for him. My tears have been shed. There is some comfort in knowing he died in a safe, warm environment. Hope he's climbing a big tree right now near the Rainbow Bridge.
Boo Radley and Scout are thriving and graduated to a nice big cage.