Mom fed them milk out of a jar lid before going to work in the morning, and I did the rest. They played like kittens, jumping on and ambushing each other. Even Dad enjoyed watching them in his sober moments. They gave me a reason for living. They gave us all a reason for living.
All good things come to an end.
Soon, those squirrels were all grown up. Mom decided it would be too dangerous to let them go in our neighborhood, they'd be eaten by a cat for sure. So she gave them to a friend in Blair, Nebraska. Which is the reason for black squirrels in Blair. A population explosion of them.