A Flying Squirrel in Trumansburg
A couple of months ago, my older son asked me whether there could be flying squirrels living in Trumansburg. We looked up their range, and saw that our village is well within it.
“That doesn’t mean that they’re actually living here,” I said.
“But they could be,” he said, to which I nodded my agreement.
“It would be difficult to know for sure, though, because they’re nocturnal. Keep an eye out, and you never know what you might see.”
Tonight, we received a form of confirmation I hadn’t considered. One of our house cats brought in a field specimen for us to look at, right after we finished reading a chapter of Never Cry Wolf. It’s been a good night for natural history.