Saturday, 30 July 2016


It was obvious that the chipmunks in my current location were used to being fed. One or more ran across the bottom of the glass door that opens to the outside several times for the first couple of days and then they stopped trying to get my attention. So I tried cheerios (no loss to human-kind). Nope. I tried currants. Nope. Then my host asked if I wanted anything from the grocery for my turn to cook. I said "the person who was in this room before me was feeding the chipmunks" and I asked for some birdseed. He already had some and told me in graphic detail that the numerous dogs on the property would attack the chipmunks. So I said I would put the bird seed in an unused hanging basket. Works as you can see.