A chipmunk takes a break during his busy nut gathering to look over the Fall foliage like an art critic pausing in front of an exquisitely executed watercolor.
So busy eating, then reach for that one way over there, ah yes, that one – no time to worry about the paparazzi.
We had wood delivered as we prepare for the winter ahead. For about 5-8 minutes a member of the local Chipmunk Gang sounded off from the top of the stack.
What is he saying? Is he upset or is he telling the rest of the gang more wood arrived (thus more hiding spaces.)
I wish I knew.