that is what I heard my husband proclaim when he walked in the house, cradling a baby squirrel last night.
Neal was outside washing our cars when he heard a commotion across the street. He looked up to find a black crow going after this little baby. She had several red peck marks on her body, and her tail tip was raw and bald from where the crow was trying to carry her off.
I searched on the Internet for what to do and found advice suggesting we take the squirrel back to where it was found and hope that the mom would come back for it. Neal covered her with a rag to keep her warm, then set the box beside the tree. Then he went back to washing cars and periodically checking on the little orphan.