Sala is in squirrel heaven now, but we found her literally on the street at our Mount Vernon, NY office, only 5 days old. We incubated and saved her and raised her from a babe, with puppy formula. She had to go to the office and back and forth in a cat carrier, Hillary's flannel shirt pockets over her heart or in a larger crate over time. Sandy's "Storm event" lasted for weeks and Salali (Cherokee for "squirrel") had to eat every 2 hours for about a month. Eventually, she weaned to water, fruit and nuts and some veggies, but was lucky to survive for a few years after falling out of our maple tree at work. RIP Sala...little "rug rat!"