The other squirrel story, Part 1: Saving the babies

One day two baby squirrels appeared at our doorstep. They were too young to run or climb to safety. One of them was a more competent crawler than the other, but they both looked like goners. It seemed that they had fallen from a nest. We didn't see a nest, although we had a hunch that there was one in an enclosed part of the house right above the door -- unconnected with the inside, a sort of leftover space under an added-on rooflet. We didn't detect any parent squirrels trying to deal with the situation, so after some hours of this my wife collected the poor things in a box and dealt with it herself. She somehow managed to locate someone not too many miles away who has built an excellent rehab center and rest home in his back yard for injured and orphaned squirrels and was happy to take on two more cases.