The worst thing about winter is getting home too late to
watch the birds at the feeders. But now that the days are getting longer I
sometimes get to watch a few cardinals have their last bite before dark.
Yesterday I got home a little late but saw the silhouette of something about
the size of a cardinal at the feeder. After my eyes adjusted to the dark I saw two
tiny flying squirrels, about 8 inches long if you stretched them out and
measured them from the tip of their nose to the tip of their flat tail. Scrunched up
at the feeder they looked just a little bigger than a chipmunk. I couldn’t tell
if they were gliding to the feeder from the tree or just running so fast they
could walk on air. If you blinked you missed it.