Flying Squirrel in the Bird Feeder

A few nights ago, around 10pm, Laura and I were standing in her room looking for something to watch on Hulu. This is what we usually do before we sit down to eat dinner. Every night, we find a bit of great entertainment, make dinner, bring the dinner into her room and eat it while watching what we’ve found on the computer. It’s cheap, saves us $80 (no cable) and keeps our relationship humming along smoothly.

Now, I’m not sure if I told you this or not, but when we first moved into this house, hanging bird feeders was a top priority on Laura’s list of things to do. We hung one on the big pine tree in the back yard, one on the Magnolia tree, one on the orange (or what I now suspect is a grapefruit) tree and one on her window. The last feeder had suction cups to keep things in place.

Anyway, since we’ve hung the feeders, we’ve had a wide variety of birds fly by and partake in some feeding. I’d say the most popular bird we get around here is the Cardinal. We have an entire family of them.

The primary difference between hanging bird feeders down here and hanging them up in Connecticut is that we don’t have a squirrel problem down here like we did there. In Connecticut, we’d hang a feeder at noon and by 1pm, we’d be inundated with squirrels eating all the food. Laura would get so mad at them, she’d be forced to remove the feeders, swear at me and beat me to a pulp. Why she beat me is still unknown, but what I do know is that the squirrels were a real nuisance in that neck of the woods. Down here though, all we’ve seen is a mangy looking old squirrel with half a tail. He hasn’t given us much of a problem because I think he only has one eye as well. We watch as he hunts around on the ground looking for who knows what. As far as the feeders go, I believe he doesn’t know they’re there. Good for us.

Back to the other night. As we were browsing through Hulu’s finest, Laura heard something outside the window. Suspecting is was a bobcat, bear or snake, I ran over to the corner of the house flood light switch, turned it on and looked out the back door. I didn’t see anything. I ran back in, turned the lights off and ran back to the room. Laura was waiting in there and ordered me to turn the lights back on. I asked why and she answered that she saw something in the window feeder and if I didn’t get back out there to turn the switch on, she’d treat me like she did up north. She looked at me, made a fist and I ran back to turn the lights on. The pictures below show what we found in the feeder. Funny looking things these little nocturnal flying squirrels are. Cute though.