My husband gave me a calendar. It features — what else? — squirrels.

Miss January stands amidst frost-covered branches dotted with red berries. Her tail hugs her back like a heating pad. She’s hunched over, elbows tucked in close to her torso, paws holding fruit up to her mouth. Her whole being focuses on eating.

January’s a tough month for squirrels. Not much food to scavenge if their stores run low. The females may be pregnant, eating for a litter in this lean season.