I shamelessly stole the name from my daughter.
Chip-punk is sitting in valuable bird space, his cheeks so full he probably can't shift the ballast to maneuver his way home.
Until I checked, I thought that chip-punks were considered the neighborhood mascot and that all animals left them alone.
Silly me.
Dogs, cats, foxes, owls and hawks consider them fair game.
Yikes.
My little guy has his home deep inside the rockery piled around the fish pond and I have no doubt he already has a larder stocked for winter.
He will probably live there for his full three-year life-span, if all of the above predators leave him alone.
I wonder if has a reclusive wife in that little nest.
Such a cute little guy.
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