While working on clearing the pig pasture Wednesday, we flushed this flying squirrel out of its day-time hiding spot.  The squirrel scurried across the ground into the brush pile, but ten minutes later, B.J. caught it climbing up into a holey snag.  After deliberation (would the snag fall on the fence and ruin it?), we opted to leave the tree in place rather than cutting it down and forcing the flying squirrel to find a new home.

Flying squirrels are nocturnal, so day-dwellers are unlikely to see them.  I spent several evenings a decade or so ago staking out a spot where flying squirrels were known to live, hoping to catch a glimpse.  No luck then, so I was thrilled to see this wide-eyed rodent now.