Our house is a Chipmunk watching station. We have chipmunk tunnels all through our yard... front, back, side... They love this place. This morning, I decided to see how many I could take pictures of. I looked out one window and then another, at all their hang-out spots. The pile of bricks outside the dining room window is a hot spot, but the usual lookout who stands on top hopped away before I could snap a shot of him. Their hole beside the pecan tree is usually hoppin', but not this morning. The little guy who usually sits on the front porch on his hind legs and screeches his little head off at 9am wasn't on duty. The action was over at the wood piles on the other side of the garage, and under and around the back deck.
I could hear others in the brush on the other side of our picket fence, but they never showed. I have become very attuned to their calls since last year one decided to make camp under the dining room floor... which has no subfloor... which is where our bedroom was at the time. It was like there was a four foot tall chipmunk screaming under my bed from about 8:30-10:00 each morning. If you've never heard a chipmunk, it sounds like a very loud, intense bird chirp.
As I sat here typing this, another little guy let out a huge screech at me from the hole by the pecan tree... I guess he didn't want me to leave him out!
"Don't forget about me!"
We have another member of the family who enjoys watching for chipmunks...
We've lost two in the past week.
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