Here’s a story of a baby mongoose, who was not really a pet but spent a day of its short life with me. On our trip to the Himachal we stayed for 4 days at a beautiful place called Jia. The snow-clad Dhaulagiri in our backyard and lush greenery all around, we were having the time of our life - taking long walks on winding mountainous roads, stopping every so often to click a breathtaking view or a bird flitting around. On one such after dinner walk I heard short shrill shrieks from the small clumps of foliage growing along the rocky lane. As we were not carrying a torch we couldn’t make out what it was but it was clearly an animal in distress. I thought perhaps a frog or toad has been caught by a snake so I left it at that. Early next morning I went to check the same place and found this brown rat like creature lying barely breathing almost frozen in the cold . I picked it up and put it in a small carton, wrapped in a face towel, in the guesthouse room. The warmth of the room revived it a little so I got some warm milk from the guest house kitchen and tried to feed it with a ball of cotton wool. Shortly the little fellow, who we named Browny because of his shiny brown coat, was moving around on the lawn and making spitting sounds when anyone went near him showing his wild side.
Browny being fed
And now he is so frisky!
The gardener identified Browny to be a mongoose and also informed us that he had other siblings quite near the place I had found him. Was I happy to know that because I was wondering what to do with him since we were travelling the next day. I was hopeful his family will be happy too to get him back from the dead. Well sure enough, we found Browny’s mother and two siblings near a big rock and I put Browny close to it. Unfortunately the story does not end there. We saw Browny atop the rock going after his mother letting out his now familiar shrieks, but apparently he failed to impress her, for when we returned in the evening from Dharmashala we found the poor fellow lying dead. I felt heartbroken but rationalized that nature has its own rules and instinctively the mongoose mother knew that she could raise just two of the three babies properly. So, poor Browny gave up his life to give his siblings a better chance at survival. I, of course, wondered how the mother mongoose chose which baby to abandon. The other two were a dusky grey shade and Browny was reddish brown. He was really much cuter. They say in the animal kingdom the mother abandons or kills the weakest baby, but I thought Browny was quite robust having survived a cold mountain night without food or warmth. I still wonder sometimes!
Browny inspired me to find out more about mongooses and their habits.
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Article written and researched by Sumita
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