When my parents found Rocky, he was curled up under a pine tree, dried blood on his fur, and about 20 flies crawling on him. Thinking he was dead, my dad picked the baby squirrel up to throw him away. But then Rocky moved a little. My parents did some research, and began bottle feeding him. Almost a month later, Rocky is a healthy, playful, sweet little friend. He will be released to live in a custom made squirrel house in my parents' back yard in a few weeks.