[squirell nutkin]

I had thought that it might have been pointing up or down wind during a blow, maybe buried up to it's chest, pausing for a moment to rest, but not intending to bunker down for the night next to a road.

But I think Griff's notion of posing is highly likely. I have a friend who dresses up road kill in doll clothes and poses them in all sorts of postures re-enacting children's and adults stories.

One of the funniest series depicts a chipmunk in a dress who is making out with a Quasimodo doll. The mouse's husband (played by my friend's very much alive cat) comes home and catches them in flagrante delicto. The cat goes berserk and rips up Q.

(Q was covered in chipmunk scent, the chipmunk had been removed before the cat got it.)
Talk bout time on your hands.