I set down my circus of ceramic elephants—teal, white and lime. When I looked up, I wondered why the chipmunks are so brave and bold this year. One sat on the wall watching me unload patio kitsch from the basement. “Wait a minute,” I whispered, “You’re no chipmunk—you’re a baby red squirrel. I’ll bet it was your momma who chewed through the birdseed bin and ate all of the sunflower seeds. She was hungry, expecting a litter of kits!”
Vulnerable
Vulnerable
Vulnerable
I set down my circus of ceramic elephants—teal, white and lime. When I looked up, I wondered why the chipmunks are so brave and bold this year. One sat on the wall watching me unload patio kitsch from the basement. “Wait a minute,” I whispered, “You’re no chipmunk—you’re a baby red squirrel. I’ll bet it was your momma who chewed through the birdseed bin and ate all of the sunflower seeds. She was hungry, expecting a litter of kits!”