Rocky Comes to Dinner

So we're eating a late Sunday evening oatmeal dinner, looking out at the darkness, and we make out the shape of an animal chowing down on the suet cake. Doesn't look like our usual diners, or any of the local squirrels. Turns out upon closer inspection it's s flying squirrel. We know they are quite common all over the place, but we've never actually seen one - perhaps they are mostly nocturnal (such as this guy, who must have spent 15 minutes pounding down the suet cake, and didn't seem to care about the camera flash going off in his direction every couple minutes.)

In other weekend news, our son came home with four college cohorts. They presented a little program at church about their upcoming college sponsored mission trip to central America. They are all looking forward to it - it's at an orphanage where our boy had spent a week two years ago - he looks forward to going back and seeing the kids, all two years older. He seems to really like to take these trips - he says he feels an obligation. I'll bet this is not his last one. Seems like the young 'uns get more opportunities to travel, experience, lend a hand, and learn, than back in the day. I think that's great.