...is frightful. Windchill advisory. Okay for me because I can gear up for it with iceboating stuff, but not so good for Pax, who wishes he was back in Texas. Pax as I may have mentioned previouly, has certain pooping requiremets; he needs to run far off the beaten path to where he can have lots of privacy. This is a good quality in his personality, one I much admire, but when it is too cold outside to walk, it creates problems. This morning, at about 5:30 Pax came into Mimi's room whining serously, and when she, after robing up, let him outside he made a beeline to the back bushes.

And, speaking of winter, the birds have devoured about a gallon of seed today, and the squirrels, those amazing creatures who never get frostbite, have cleaned up all the spills.

And, speaking of squirrels, here is a passge about them from the excellent book, Winter World.

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Winter World

Bernd Heinrich, Harper Collins, New Your, 2003.

BEING ABLE TO GLIDE from tree to tree is a very efficient way of locomotion, but in flying squirrels the shift to nocturnal activity is costly from the perspective of energy supplies required to keep warm. Energy is saved by gliding, but the ability to glide precludes the laying up of fat stores, such as practiced by their relatives, woodchuck and other ground squirrels, that may get to be obese by fall. Also unlike ground squirrels, northern flying squirrels do not avail themselves of the huge potential energy savings of torpor, since they also don't have a buffer of energy stores in body fat or food caches, nor change into a more insulating winter coat. As regards energy balance in winter, muck seems to be stacked against them. One wonders what solution they might have that counterbalances their numerous presumed shortcomings for winter survival.

I am on the lookout for flying squirrel nests in my search for overnighting sites of kinglets, so I habitually bang on any tree that holds a nest to see if a kinglet seeking shelter might fly out. All the northern flying squirrel nests I’ve found were in dense spruce-fir thickets. I've never chased out a kinglet, but on occasion I've been rewarded with seeing one or two individual flying squirrels pop out of a nest, glide off the nest tree, and land on a neighboring tree. Assuming that the squirrels spend half or more of their time in winter in their nests, nest insulation should be of great relevance to energy balance. One nest that I examined in December 2000 was an unfinished framework of dry spruce twigs that contained no lining. Confined between several upward-bending branches, it had probably been abandoned before being finished because the space was too small. It showed, however, that the squirrel starts its nest structure by first making a globe of dry twigs, then inserts the lining. That December I found six other nests that had the same magpielike frames of small dry twigs but that did however contain the nest proper. (One had been tom open, and nest lining had been pulled out.)

The nest linings varied from nest to nest. In one I found a mixture of moss, lichens, grass, and shredded birch bark. In two the lining was almost exclusively finely shredded birch bark. In a fourth it was almost all moss. In a fifth it was exclusively shredded cedar bark, and in the sixth the lining was in two distinct layers of shredded birch and cedar bark. (Many cedar trees in these woods show evidence of some of the outer bark having been stripped off, presumably collected by squirrels although bears also collect cedar bark.) When thoroughly dried this last football-size nest weighed 17 ounces, 12 ounces of which was lining, with a thick 8-ounce shell of densely packed usnea (" old man's beard") lichen and a 4-ounce layer of soft, finely shredded cedar bark within that. A good choice —the Northwest Indians used such shredded cedar bark to diaper their babies.

Even after heavy rainstorms the insides of the nests remained dry. Normally in winter these nests are also insulated on top when they are roofed-over with cushions of snow. All the nests had two entrances, one each on opposite sides. These entrances were not visible. They were, like the elastic ends of our mittens and socks, closed. Thus, in structure, each nest was like an old-fashioned hand muff. (In none of these, nor in seven additional red squirrel nests, was there one speck of bird feces, making it unlikely that they serve as kinglet overnighting sites.)

To get a rough idea of whether the flying squirrel's nest indeed affords much insulation, I heated a potato to simulate the body of a squirrel and examined its cooling rates. At an air temperature of -13 C, a hot potato (60 C) cooled to only 42 C in thirty-five minutes when within the nest, and to 15 C in the same time period when outside it. My rough experiment only says that the nest indeed affords effective insulation. Of course the value of insulation would be much greater in wind, and it would be even more effective in a snow-covered nest. Furthermore, a squirrel, with its downy fur and a bushy tail wrapped around itself, would lose heat much more slowly than a potato. And the slower it cools, the less energy it would have to use up to shiver and maintain a stable and elevated body temperature.

In Jack London's story "To Build a Fire," the newcomer to the North was ultimately killed because he got his feet wet. He broke through thin ice under a thick insulating layer of snow on Henderson Creek. His fire that was snuffed by the avalanche of snow under a spruce only made it impossible for him to correct his initial bad luck, or mistake. Ironically, in an insulated sock, mitten, or a squirrel's nest, a tiny bit of moisture is far more dangerous than deep cold;because wetness destroys insulation. Thus rain, at near 0 C, can be lethal, while snow at -30 C can ensure comfort because it won't wet and destroy insulation. Without dryness, all lifesaving insulation is for naught, and nest construction or placement must provide for it. Nowhere was this more evident to me than when examining a gray squirrel's nest in winter.

Gray squirrels' nests, or dreys as they are often called, appear as haphazard brush-piles of leaves and twigs when we see them piled up high up in trees. All fall and winter I saw one in the branches of an oak tree along our driveway. In mid-January after a heavy rainstorm, the nest blew down, and when I examined it I found it to be anything but haphazard in construction. It was a functionally crafted thing. The outside layer of the 30-centimeter diameter globular nest was of red oak twigs with leaves still attached. The twigs had therefore been chewed off the tree during' the summer. Inside this rough exterior I found layer upon layer {twenty-six in one spot where I counted ) of single flattened dried green oak leaves. The multiple sheets of leaves served as watertight interlocking shingles, because the nest was dry inside. The leaf layers sheltered a 4-centimeter-thick layer of finely shredded inner bark from dead poplar and ash trees. This soft upholstering enclosed a round, cozy 9-centimeter-wide central cavity. I could not imagine a more efficient functional design from simple common materials. However, not all gray squirrels' nests are as natty as this. Many that I have inspected were mere piles of junk, as though they might have been fake nests to distract predators so that the real nest could escape being raided.