Jon and I enjoy the antics and intelligence of the chipmunks that live around us. They are excellent at breaking and entering the birdseed buckets. We smile when they are interrupted and run away, tails in the air, chipping their dismay when we interrupt their feasting.
They sure are cute. But this one might be the cutest chipmunk I’ve ever seen.
This little one already had two whole peanuts tucked in those cheek pouches and a few sunflower seeds. The third peanut was intended for immediate consumption. Our first moments together were sweet and gentle – look at those eyes! But then . . .
. . . I giggled, and my little companion showed me what an offended, maybe even disgusted, chipmunk looks like. When I laughed again (how could I not?) . . .
. . . I got the chipmunk cold shoulder!
Suddenly, the wind stopped its pre-winter howling song around my photo fort. That’s when I heard the crack and crunch of the peanut as it was unshelled and eaten by this unafraid, focused, and determined creature.
After eating another and another, she scurried off.
Watching her rush away home, I smiled at her tail held so high in the air and thanked God for these happy chipmunk moments.
Until Next Time,