The Chipmunk
When I talk about the chipmunk, it can be any one of at least five chipmunks that make daily tours to my bird feeders. I know most people think of them as pests and don't like them at the feeders, but I've adjusted to giving them somewhat less expensive foods to cart off to their storehouses. Cracked corn was $4 for 40 pounds and they like corn, though not as much as they like sunflower seeds.
The birds have stopped coming much now. I don't know what it is about winter months and the birds where I live. They come in the summer but go elsewhere in winter. I thought that perhaps I'd purchased my last block of bird cake for the season since the birds seldom come now, but yesterday morning I saw the chipmunk at the grid that holds the bird cake. He couldn't believe it was empty. He looked it over good then backed off for a while only to come back again and check it out all over again. He rested on the wire grid for a while, apparently thinking it over.
I decided. If that little guy is so interested in the bird cake, I could get one more and let him fill up his storehouse. I know what he's doing, but I really do enjoy watching him. They are so perfect in every detail and they look so handsome in their bright stripes. They wash their faces with their little hands and groom themselves almost as a cat grooms itself. They are quick and agile and very athletic. I get a lot of enjoyment in watching them. I bought another bird cake.
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And I'm sure each and every one of them thanks you for it. I try and have something for everyone because, like you, it gives me such pleasure to have them come to the yard.