Chipmunks and Kangaroo Rats

When we were young in Mt. Shasta, my dad had the great task of entertaining four girls.
He would take his Hav-a-Heart traps and go up on the mountain, catching any critter that was attracted to peanut butter. He'd bring the ground squirrels, chipmunks and kangaroo rats home and we'd put them in his wonderful cage.
I guess you really couldn't call it a cage. He made a habitat in the oak tree out back that ran around the branches and up into the tree, giving them running space galore.
The animals became tame and we loved feeding them peanut butter, nuts and all the goodies those critters love.
We also had lots of animals brought to us by my dad's friend, Harry Shot. He was the game warden and whenever someone found young animals abandoned by their mothers, he would bring them to our home.
We had a fox named "Little Fella", a great horned owl, and many other wonderful animals.
They only stayed long enough to be able to get back in the wild and live without problems. Our home was a hospital, an inn and a hospice place for many animals over the years. Both of my parents were so patient with us kids, and we learned from all of those experiences over the years.