A few nights ago, right around dusk, Guy and I were taking in the air on the back porch, and both our attentions were grabbed by a tiny little thump against one of our mature maples. A hunching schlumping figure about the size of a large chipmunk ran up it, and I think I saw my first flying squirrel.
My Grandpa would be thrilled. I know I am.
And thank you everyone who chimed in yesterday about the birds nest fungi! I do believe that’s what I’ve got. Love it!
Published on July 30, 2013 04:45
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