While my daughter and 5-year-old son guarded the little ones from the neighborhood cats and dogs (of which there are more than a few), I jumped online and discovered a) it is illegal to try to care for wild animals unless you are licensed to do so (the laws seem oriented towards keeping folks from taking on wild animals as pets) and b) you need to turn the animals over to a licensed wildlife rehabilitator as soon as possible to insure their survival. After calling about a half dozen numbers and leaving multiple messages, I finally connected with one of these folks--who, come to find out, are mostly unpaid but trained and very dedicated volunteers. Turns out these folks (like the one I was talking to) have been inundated with baby squirrels since Tropical Storm Hanna rushed through here last weekend; some of them are caring for up to 20-30 baby squirrels in their homes. Ack. Anyway, after a few more phone calls, I found someone who had some room and the kids I drove the two babies to Alexandria (about 30 minutes away) and their new temporary home with who-I-think-is a wildlife angel. God bless her. Anyway, as she plucked the baby squirrels out of the box and rubbed their tummies, she assured my kids she'd take care of them until they could be released back into the wilds that are Northern Virginia. Last we saw, they were tucked into a towel and carried away by hands of love and mercy.
You saved two lives today, I told the kids on the way home. They looked happy, my two little rescuers.
(Image: the baby squirrels my kids rescued)