Someone has to be in charge of making sure that peanuts left out for the birds are of the highest quality. They must have a crisp shell and a strong peanut smell.
Normally this job is filled by humans, but I found a self-appointed inspector on the job yesterday. Suspicious, wouldn’t you agree?
Poor squirrel kept trying to count them all, but then they’d run around and change places and he’d start counting all over again. I could hear their little giggles right through my closed window!
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.
IMAGINE YOUR FRUSTRATION UPON COMING HOME AND FINDING THAT YOUR PORRIDGE HAD BEEN SAMPLED.
IMAGINE THIS CHIPMUNKS FRUSTRATION UPON COMING HOME AND FINDING THAT THE NICE JUICY BERRIES IT HAD LEFT HANGING IN A SECRET SPOT, HAD BEEN COMPLETELY EATEN!
COULD THIS BE THE WORK OF “SUMO-GOLDILOCKS?”
JUST BECAUSE WE ARE TRYING TO PREVENT THE PINE SQUIRRELS FROM DECORATING THEIR APARTMENTS IN OUR ATTIC, THAT DOESN’T MEAN I’M ANTI-CHIPMUNK.
THIS LITTLE ONE WOULDN’T EVEN LET ME SEE IT’S FACE. I’M PRETTY SURE THEY ARE ALL MAD AT ME AND ARE HIDING FROM THE CAMERA.
I’M GOING TO KEEP TRYING TO GET SOME PICTURES, BUT I DON’T HOLD OUT MUCH HOPE. PERHAPS IF I BUILT A CONDOMINIUM IN THE WOODS FOR THE PINE SQUIRRELS AND LET THE CHIPMUNKS HAVE SOME INPUT ON THE LANDSCAPING, THINGS WOULD GO BACK TO NORMAL.