Suzy's nest was located high up in the branches of a fir tree. And it was just as Siggy popped his head out to see what the weather was doing that he noticed the young woman prowling around far below.

"I bet she's a newspaper reporter," he cried excitedly. "This might be our big chance. Quick, Suzy, spruce yourself up and let's get down there. And smile, we want to make a good impression."

"Does she have a photographer with her?" asked Suzy, grooming herself hurriedly. "It would be lovely to get a shot of ourselves on the front page."

"I didn't see anyone else," Siggy admitted, disappointed already at the prospect of missing out on a photo op.

But although they hurried down the tree as fast as they could, by the time they reached the ground the mysterious visitor had disappeared.

"Darn," said Siggy, wiggling his nose. "There goes our chance at a little desperately needed publicity."

"But she may not have been a reporter at all," Suzy consoled. "Come on, let's go home."