On Easter Monday, the weather was perfect for a walk in our field with my dogs. And since the snow had melted enough that I could walk over to one of my tree swallow nest boxes, I figured it was a good time to clean out the mouse nest that seemed to appear each winter.
So I popped open the door and…
It wasn’t a mouse nest I found within, but a sleepy, cranky flying squirrel.
I was glad the dogs were occupied elsewhere and didn’t try to reach the little fellow. I apologized for the interruption, pushed back his bedding into the box, and tried to close the door.
I was careful not to catch any of his body parts in the door as I closed it, but as I tucked his tail in, he managed a quick nip of my finger…little rascal.
Northern flying squirrels are very common around here but because they are active at night, many people go their entire lives without seeing one, or at least seeing one close up. I have had people call me to tell me somebody must have lost their chinchilla as they saw one on their bird feeder last night. And there is some similarity with the large eyes and silky fur.
Flying squirrels are one of my favorite little boreal mammals.