That is awesome.
Every time we had ‘em when I was a kid, I’d collect up the skins and randomly attach them to my family without their knowledge.
Mom would go to work or shopping with them cheerily attached to her sweater.
Dad had them perched jauntily on his hat.
The horses wore them like tiny jockeys in their manes.
They’d show up with dollhouse furniture in little tableaus on the porch or sidewalks, seemingly engaged in some social function.
Sometimes I’d spray paint them gold or silver first, just in case the occasion warranted something a little more formal.
[hillbilly kid with no playmates..you make up yer own fun]
;]
OK, now the Cooper thing makes sense ;)
Growing up in North Texas, my brother and I would catch them and tie a string around their head, just behind the eyes. Turn them loose and they fly around as you “walk” them like a pet.