When hanging up the freshly filled hummingbird feeder after breakfast, I saw two wrens flying around the Cedar Shake birdhouse on Black Pole Lane. Does this mean that the dead wren found a few days ago may have been an intruder and not Lord Wren’s partner? Let’s hope so.
Do you remember when we purchased a Smart car a few years ago that every chipmunk in the neighbourhood had to have a ride in it? They didn’t exactly ask for one, but that summer, we caught 22 chipmunks in a cage, and taxied them out to their new country digs.
Last year, after Lloyd’s knee replacement, we didn’t resume our limo service. And guess what? We didn’t have to!
This morning, shortly after I saw this chipmunk . . . . .
. . . . . he was in hot pursuit of a trespassing chipmunk! Ka-poosh!! Did he chase him off in a hurry! There won’t be 22 chipmunks around here this summer! High-tailer, that’s his name, has established his home somewhere under the Dutch windmill. Woe betide any chipmunk who steps his foot inside of Cedar Hollow! After securing the premises, High-tailer was as thirsty as a camel!