Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't...I usually do.
One morning last Spring I came out to go to work and noticed some movement near my garage door, which is right under a very large willow tree. So I looked closer and found three baby squirrels frantically trying to hide under a couple leaves and one trying to squeeze under my garage door, I'm sure they were terrified of me. I assume they were knocked out of their nest up in the willow tree by some BadGuy squirrel or hawk or whatever. I put on my leather garden gloves, picked them up, observed their total cuteness, and put them on top of my woodpile/compost heap; they were gone a little while later.
This is not my pic, but they were just like this:
I also know first hand that squirrels living on farms taste good, braised with mushrooms and onions, wild rice on the side.