I think this little fellow is one of the same family who spent their babyhood in our rafters. He appears to be a Northern Flying Squirrel. We found him downstairs this morning and Kevin managed to get him in the live trap. One less set of little scurrying feet in our ceiling space to keep us awake at night.
The house from a squirrel's eye view -- see Brendan back there?
Check out the big eyes. They are nocturnals, and seem half blind in the light, which is how Kevin caught him, I think. He certainly didn't look or act sick.
We took him out in the woods a safe distance from the house (hopefully far enough so he can't get back).
Once the cage door was open he got out of there way too fast for me to get a picture, but here's the tree he scampered into.
We've glanced out our window at night and seen this type of scene but this photo is a National Geographic one.
Kevin reset the live trap and we caught a Douglas squirrel which he will drop off somewhere in a few minutes. It seems to want to chew through the metal.