Yesterday morning we were on our way to Raven. Midway we saw a moose with two boys on the beach in front of a cliff. On the way back, about 6 hours later, was one of the boys still in the same place. The mother was nowhere in sight no longer. The boy had spent 6 hours in a sunny windless heat and did not move. We took the little guy back home.
First contact between dog and moose
means of an improvised baby bottle (plastic bottle with rubber teat from the finger of a rubber glove), I gave him diluted cow's milk, but which he accepted only under duress, I dribbled the milk in his mouth and held his head up until he swallowed. Five hours later (11 hours after he was abandoned by his mother) before we went to bed, he was ready to drink voluntarily. I heard his stomach rumble and he even peed several times.
night I fed him every two hours. After the second feeding (at midnight), he started running around in the living room. When he found Lance, he wanted to suck on it, which is not Lance likes, and he began to go from him about it. Artie followed. Only when I told Lance to sit on his pillow, Artie came to rest: he sat down on Lance's dogs were sleeping pad and two together the next two hours. I think Artie needs the skin contact and warmth.
Lance: foster father
morning Artie was alive and was given his name. I took him outside where he was Lance. In a potato garden, he found fresh cranberry leaves, which he ate (!) And in the back garden he ate willow and aspen leaves.
Herbivore!
The tops taste best!
We wonder just how much he must eat to survive and grow, and what we can give him to eat. The only milk we have is, that grease.
Addendum: Yukon Wildlife Reserve and the Yukon Conservation Officers are the right person!
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