Chippy is no longer alone. There are now at least three chipmunks chasing each other around the woodpile and the network of tunnels under what passes for our lawn has expanded so much that I fear if I were to jump up and down we'd all go down into one enormous sinkhole. But the little chaps in their striped pyjamas are so charming that I am putty in their paws. Always busy, they'll soon start stuffing their cheeks with grub to take down for the winter. This is one specimen of American wildlife I can't get enough of. I've conveniently forgotten that, last summer, they gobbled up all my blueberries.
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