October
at an end, and many signs point to the transition to early winter.
The
chipmunks have been busy on the back porch, and it is amusing to watch them at
work. One sits in an old toy wagon we keep near the feeders, where Sarah casts
a handful of seed each morning after filling the tubes. During the summer, the
ground feeding birds and gray squirrels would jump into the wagon to retrieve
the easy pickings.
Now the
chipmunks are monopolizing the pile, knowing it as an easy source for their
winter granaries. They hop gingerly into the small wagon bed and stuff their
pouches full, stopping every so often to raise their head and look about for
signs of trouble before resuming their work.
It’s a
wonder they don’t tip forward when they leave the porch, bound for dens
somewhere in the yard, mouth bulging on both sides from the gluttony of
gathering. They are simply endearing to watch, and we know that soon they will
enter their holes for good, until spring.
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