Two weeks after rescue, eyes open and perfectly plump! T he first baby squirrel I ever held in my hands was a furless, blind, one-day old, with pink, paper-thin, translucent skin, its only defense against the harsh outside world. Yet this most vulnerable little creature, barely recognizable as a squirrel, moved its tiny hands and limbs, seeking the warmth, safety and perfect nourishment that only her mother could provide. Then she began to whimper. I t is a sound that pulls at the heart....