Hi, Fran-- Tis the season: Thanksgiving night a flying squirrel landed on our tube feeder (hanging over the deck) and chowed down for about half an hour, undeterred by us getting closer and closer, beaming a flashlight on him, and taking flash pictures (not very terrific, I'm sorry to report). His flat tail, curled forward beneath him, caught seed as it fell. Then, in the blink of an eye, he was gone. Lydia Schindler Darnestown