Last night I came home and my friend the Flying Squirrel was on the red sunflower seed feeder, so I went to the door and grabbed my stash of nuts. Of course, it had been warm all day so I was not properly dressed to stand outside in the cold under the trees, holding my breath and hoping she would not run away and if she did, she would come back. I took a handfull of nuts and placed them on the crook of a limb and initially she ran up the tree, but I guess the scent of peanuts was too strong for her. She came back eventually....and when they move it is like lightning....she zipped around the limb and came face to face with the peanut pile. I swear I heard another squirrel chittering from the big pine tree in the front yard...."get me a nut" or "don't you dare come back to this nest without one of those nuts". I was able to stand there by the tree while she got two peanuts, flew to the big pine in the front yard, flew back, grabbed another nut, flew back to the pine and came back. The I was too cold... It sounds like she moved quickly, but when you are freezing, and don't want to move, and don't want to breath and scare off your friend....it felt like forever!
I hope they realize I am a good thing...I hope they realize I am the bringer of nuts...I don't need to be worshiped but I wouldn't mind being adored.
I have about ten minutes before I have to fly out the door to go to work...trying to make it last.
I am sitting in my cumfy chair in Flying Squirrel World watching a big gray squirrel harvest the peanuts I put out last night. Been working on training the FSs to come when I come outside, thinking that if they know I am bringing peanuts, they will look forward to my visits. Last night I could not coax anyone over. The night before I had two on the maple tree and one was brave enough to take a peanut, fly off, and come back at least once. I felt like she was the older one. The younger one flew off the the oak by the dirt pile and did not return. It was interesting he went off that direction where they never go...guess he was afraid.
The FSs are very patient. They can sit still on the other side of a branch for what seems like hours while I freeze - trying to stand still under the tree, not make a noise, and listen for their claws on the bark. The brave one will sit and look at me, from way above my head and stare down...I wonder what is going on in that tiny little head.
Oh dear. Zsa Zsa the cat is now leaping back and forth between the window ledge and the work table in order to see where the big gray is going with the peanuts that I put near the window. She just lept from the work table to the top of the toasterover in order tog get over to the sink window and see if she could track him. She is certainly sure footed and hardly disturbs anything on my cluttered work table.
OOooh a red squirrel is visiting! They have not been too common this year! She is so little next to the big grays. The gray squirrels all look kind of rough...bits of tail feathers missing, scars over an eye, lumps on a thigh, patches of fur missing...like they have all been in a fight. Litte Red is so elegant in comparison.
Did I mention it is finally snowing? It has been below freezing for a couple weeks and the other morning I drove by the harbor and the river and they are both frozen. The ice fishermen are out drilling holes and looking like marshmallow men in their winter coveralls.
OK...off to work. Perhaps tonight the FSs will come out when I bring the peanuts. I will report later.
My first winter in my new house I accidentally discovered and made friends with a family of Flying Squirrels. They would fly to me when I went outside with peanuts and bits of suet. I got a few photos and a few tentative feedings from my fingers and even touched a tail, briefly. I can hardly believe this was real. Today my husband and I create a bird and squirrel feeding and entertainment center on the big maple outside the enormous kitchen window. This is where my desk is. Where I have my coffee in the morning, where I write and where I cut, glue and paint a variety of object d'art. Since I have two other blogs going, I planned this one to be mostly photos of my adventures in the North Country.