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.
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.