I think I'll call him Spotsford.
He was under our bird feeder, munching away on sunflower seeds and just ignored me when I walked out on the deck, crunching through the snow to get his picture.
He posed, front view, side view, allowing me to admire his pink little nose and toes. Finally, however, he thought better of it and trundled off toward a nearby tree.
There he goes --lickety split!