I never had seen a black squirrel until I went to New York City. They were everywhere.
Speaking of squirrels...
...my family had to raise two babies because they fell out of their nest. The mother didn't want anything to do with them. We fed them milk and had a bunch of fun until they got a little too big.
It got to the point where you'd walk into their room and they'd instantly cling to your leg with their sharp claws. We built them a bird-house of sorts where they lived for a few years. Every morning for those few years they'd be on the porch waiting for a small snack.
This kinda' sounds like a RodRugg story.
