Oops, the weekend nearly got away from me there. Here is it, Sunday night, and the long post I have been writing in my head, riffing off of Michael's statement that he wants to use the internet like it is 1997, has failed to materialize on the screen.
Here instead is a photo (taken by Michael) of a chipmunk in our downspout. We feel you, buddy.
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| Don't worry, we're in a borderline drought situation here, there's no chance of Chippy running into trouble up there. |
It is chipmunk season here, and they sit on the front and back steps just yelling. YELLING, I tell you. They puff themselves up and go off like car alarms and everytime I pull into the driveway three of them go dashing left and right, tails up, into the junipers or the hydrangea or the very sad lilac that is not coping well with the lack of rain.
Next week, perhaps I will have something deeper to share. Although, maybe it doesn't get more real than chipmunks.
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