Good morning, friends! I hope you had a lovely weekend and a true day of rest.
I captured a wild animal yesterday while out on a walk, one that I’ve stalked before. He’s small, very quick, and doth blendeth in with the surroundings according to the Maker’s design. A couple weeks ago I spotted him at this very place and stood still with my camera hoping he’d come back into view, but he’d also spotted me and made his exit, stage left. He was right to fear me, especially if tales of how I’d treated one of his illustrious forebears had made its way into chipmunk lore.
Don’t worry – no small animals were harmed in the making of this blog, nor in my own past. Back in the halcyon days of my youth, some of my siblings and I cooked up a scheme to trap a chipmunk so we could keep him as a pet. Wouldn’t you? If there were a competition for Most Attractive Rodent, the chipmunk would surely be well up there in the ranks, if not the reigning champion. Our plan was simple and elegant: we would put enticing food in a box that we could close from the side once our chippy friend had taken the bait. It didn’t take long before we had bagged our beastie in the box. This was a really exciting development for us – a scheme that actually worked! We couldn’t wait to show someone, so we went across the street where some other kids in the neighborhood lived. We cracked open the box to display our new pet and just like that, he was gone. Lessons were learned that day – the chipmunk is swift and not inclined toward being a docile pet. Oh, but it was glorious while it lasted. At least for us. Not so much for the chipmunk.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning, hoping that chipmunk-kind do not hold a grudge. I still think they’re cute.
Lynniebeemuseoday 