. . . pauses to give me the once-over . . .
. . . races toward the strategically placed peanut . . .
. . . and enjoys a snack . . . and a break from Junior.
Chipper saves a peanut for later . . . or for Junior, who has yet to be photographed.
June Updates:
Rose invited herself into the house. She is one curious little chipmunk, sniffing around on the floor and checking out the furniture. I had to encourage her to return to her more appropriate accommodations . . . outside. Next time she will probably want a chocolate chip cookie and a cool glass of lemonade.
I have also been referring to Chipper with the wrong pronoun. Chipper, it appears, is another female chipmunk. A little pup appeared from her burrow along the neighbor's garage. Although it was skittish at first, it's now getting used to fetching peanuts from me. The little guy--or girl--is approximately two-thirds the size of Chipper.
Chip-Chip has been scarce today. But yesterday, he peeked in the front door, eavesdropping on my conversations, no doubt. He's also been known to climb the birdfeeder pole outside the living room window, perch on top the birdfeeder, and peer into the house. He's something of a little window peeker. So now what the grey squirrel was doing to Chipper, Chip-Chip is doing to me: In other words, I have a chipmunk stalker.
Who'd've thunk it.
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