When you find a baby squirrel, have a good idea where it came from, and you do not believe its mother to be dead, get a wooden basket that has a handle, fill it with leaves, and then wire the handle (old metal coat hanger or two usual works). Find the closest tree to the nest, hang the basket on it (limb to trunk) at the same height of the nest, and then place the baby squirrel within the basket. The mother will hear the baby and typically come to retrieve it; if not, you should quickly do so, since the babies need to be fed every two hours. It works if the tree and nest were destroyed, as well (storm damage).
That sounds good...take them with. I have only messed with the range a few times...prefer to be outdoors...
No worries, they will remember the times you were able to be with them (my father was a workaholic, and so we were extremely well provided for, yet he made us earn our own, early on...).
Good dad stories, kids who grow up with a loving dad already have a leg up in life. Especially if the dad is nice to the mom. Wish there was more of that around.
I went squirrel hunting once I was camping and my drunk uncle told me to dig a hole. So I did. Then he told me to put some nuts or acorns or whatever on there. So I did. Then he told me to grab the gate that goes in the camping stove and lay it next to the hole with the hook from his fishing pole attached to it. He sat there getting more drunk. Then when a squirrel cane song he reeled in the like until the grate was over the hole.....Then with the squirrel freaking out he told me to pick the grate up. No way man. That squirrel was pissed. That uncle wasn't the best influence. He also used to play that game with me where you both stand face to face with legs spread apart. Then you take turns throwing a knife between each other's feet. Where ever the knife lands you put your foot. So your feet get closer and closer together. My mom didn't let me hang with him after that one