I talked non-birding Bill into going out to build a snowman tonight. We tried to make it into a snow bunny, but it looks more like Marge Simpson than a bunny or at the very least quite abstract. Anyway, we're in the trendy Uptown area of Minneapolis so it looks arty and that's the important thing.
As we were rolling the large balls of snow (our snow creature ended up being over five feet tall) the flying squirrels were chirping at me overhead. I wondered if they recognized me as the one who is always putting out nuts for them on her bedroom window or if they were just chirping at the odd humans moving large mounds of snow?
Anyway, one is staring at me now with a mouth full of nuts? Can I get a photo...yes, here it is: