Earlier this past fall I was tramping around south of Ft. Clatsop on Weyerhauser reprod (~20 yr old hemlocks), when Reba sniffed out a northern flying squrrel (Glaucomys sabrinus) den. One sleepy little guy scrambled out of the top opening and made a getaway to a nearby trunk. Later, when I got a Moultrie D40 trail camera for my birthday, this site was my first target. Above is the one shot I got of the squirrel in the wee hours of the morning. All you see is his hindquarters, because they usually immediately run around to the opposite side after landing to avoid capture by possible hungry owls. This is only the second or third flying squirrel I have managed to see in some 30+ years of tramping.
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