The squirrel pictured above is our ornery bar manager, Flippy the Bird.  Flippy joined us one autumn afternoon when we were having the chimneys swept and he came tumbling from the flue in a cloud of soot, whereupon he screeched, patted the ash from his otherwise silky pelt and took a seat at the corner of the bar.  And there he sits to this day...

No one knows where his nickname came from.  First of all, he's a squirrel, not a bird.  He's not even a flying squirrel.  Furthermore, no one has ever seen him do a flip, somersault or any other feat of acrobatics.  Perhaps if you stop by the lounge sometime you can ask him yourself.