(INTO THE WOODS AND BEYOND!)
This little one will be responsible for my poured concrete patio slipping off it’s perch atop a hill.
Chipmunks dig tunnels all OVER and this one seems to LOVE the corner just next to the house. It digs under the concrete, apparently just for the fun of it and I can see the ground underneath now!
I can put a big rock over the hole, (don’t worry, the little one can escape out the other end of the tunnel,) but somehow overnight, THE ROCK’S BEEN MOVED!
My given name’s Sophia,
And I wouldn’t wanna be ‘ya
Cause I’m happy as a clam
Just being who I am.
I’ve got a cozy little burrow
And a friend who’s NOT a squirrel.
So there’s nothing that I need
Well…perhaps some fruit and seed
And on reflection I say, “know what?”
I would accept a donut.
I thought I heard a little voice calling to me from outside, so I put down the sequins, (don’t ask) and went to investigate.
“Hello?” I called from the window.
“Hello.” The words came from a little chipmunk sitting in a clay pot. “If you wouldn’t mind, could you please fill this bowl? Birdseed would be good, but I have a hankering for a cheeseburger if you have one in your pocket.”
I always thought a conversation with an animal from the woods would be a lot more inspirational.
NOW DON’T THINK TOO POORLY OF ME, BUT I WAS EAVESDROPPING ON THE CONVERSATION THE CHIPMUNK AND THE PINE SQUIRREL WERE HAVING.
YOU CAN SEE THAT I WAS NOT THE ONLY ONE LISTENING IN…THAT SQUIRREL IN THE BACKGROUND WASN’T EVEN TRYING TO HIDE THE FACT THAT IT WAS.
THE PINE SQUIRREL SAID SOMETHING TO THE EFFECT OF, “HEY…PIPSQUEAK…LISTEN UP! THESE FEEDERS AREN’T BIG ENOUGH FOR THE BOTH OF US…VAMOOSE!”
TO WHICH THE CHIPMUNK REPLIED…
“HOW’S THIS? IS THIS ANY BETTER? I ONLY HAVE MY TOES IN THE FEEDER…JUST ONE FOOT OF TOES…”
I NEVER DID FIND OUT HOW THIS CONFRONTATION RESOLVED ITSELF…I WAS CALLED AWAY TO BREAK UP A BIRD FIGHT ON THE DECK OUTSIDE OF THE KITCHEN.
EVERYBODY’S EITHER IN LOVE OR CRANKY WHEN SPRING ROLLS AROUND.
I WAS MERELY LOOKING OUT OF MY WINDOW…THIS CHIPMUNK WAS LOOKING AT ME OUT OF IT’S WINDOW…WELL, IT DOESN’T ACTUALLY HAVE A WINDOW…BUT I GOT THE MESSAGE…”DID I INVITE YOU TO INVADE MY PRIVACY?”
MY FEELINGS WERE HURT…AFTER ALL, I PROVIDE “CHIP” THE OCCASIONAL FIVE POUND BAG OF PEANUTS.
I CLEAN UP AFTER HIM WHEN HE LEAVES PEANUT SHELLS ALL OVER THE DECK.
I SAY, “OH…AREN’T YOU CUTE?”, WHEN I COULD BE SAYING, “YOU RASCALLY VARMINT! I’LL GET YOU YET!!”
A LITTLE APPRECIATION FOR MY KINDNESSES WOULD BE APPRECIATED… A GIFT CARD PERHAPS…OR A FIVE POUND BAG OF CHOCOLATE…THEN MY FEELINGS WOULD NOT BE HURT ANY LONGER.
