Stickin’ with the critter photography today (as they do so crack me up!) :-)
A start of a good day involves sunshine and any amount of time spent outside interacting with the local wildlife. Some of the morning chores include dumping and filling birdbaths, setting out corn and filling the feeders. The best time for me (and the part I look the most forward to) is feeding the chipmunks and squirrels their favorite treat (peanuts in the shell). All the resident furries literally come a-runnin’ when they see me walk across the lawn with the ‘peanut’ cup and take a seat on the large rock at the edge of the pool deck.
And so the frenzy begins…
“Hi there, King!” (as in ‘King of the Hill’ since that is where this ‘munk’s home is) and “Good Morning, Chippy!” (s/he lives under our grey shed). “Nice to see you, Squishy!” (lives near the rock waterfall), and so on. Not all of them have names, but we do the best we can and have come to learn how to identify each and every one. Here is a very familiar sight:
And if I am not quite quick enough in my peanut tossing, many will come right up to my feet or even, jump up next to me on the rock. I never tire of it.
During the chaos last Thursday morning I was very surprised to see a couple of young chipmunks crawling all over our enormous condo-style birdhouse. From what I could deduce, the little ones were emerging from the nest to now be on their own.
The ‘alpha’ baby left pretty quickly (before I could even get the camera in place) but the second baby was much more cautious. S/he didn’t quite seem to know what to make of me or the camera, but quickly realized I meant no harm. (Surely, Momma must have told the wee thing to keep an eye out for the very ’nice humans’, dontchathink?)
I watched him/her for quite
some time as s/he went between episodes of thoroughly checking out the strange new world around him/her and then retreating back to the safety of one of the compartments.
Of course, I have no idea if the little beast is male or female. The only name I could come up with is ‘Birdie’. It just seems to fit.
Check out that dark spot on the left chest… it will certainly help us to identify Birdie if/when s/he joins in the morning feeding ritual (fingers crossed!) When s/he left for the last time, I wished the little one well and walked back to the house.
Afterall, I was already off to a great day.