I remember the first time I saw Snowflake; it was a clear spring morning after one of those Minnesota thunderstorms that breaks tree limbs and leaves our yards in disarray. Gazing through the front window, I noticed a squirrel frantically moving her family to another tree. Obviously, they hadn’t fared well in the storm. One by one, she carried each kit from their old home to their new. One, two, THREE!!! The third trip revealed a white puff in her mouth… a baby white squirrel.
It wasn’t long before I saw Snowflake again. He spent quite a bit of time scurrying through the yard, relaxing in the tree next to the kitchen window, or exploring the deck. On one occasion I was even lucky enough to see him running around the window well, leaving me only inches from him on the other side of the glass.
While exhibiting photos of Snowflake, I’ve had several people share stories with me about their white squirrel. It always seems to bring back fond memories for them. My hope is that Snowflake in the Sun does the same for you. Or, if you have not had your own white squirrel, that he can serve as an ambassador for the beautiful mistake that nature will occasionally offer.
