I do. I love the little guys. I even loved the ridiculously annoying cartoon featuring three nighty wearing singing chipmunks. I grant you, that was an unfortunate side effect of loving everything rodentia. But honestly, there is nothing so cute as a chipmunk. If I could have one as a pet I would do it in a heartbeat. But I’m a good girl and never venture to touch the furry little vermin because I heed my mother’s warning to me as a child that it might carry diseases. So instead I take pictures.
The other day we were at a lake up in Kananaskis Country, enjoying the beauty of nature. Enjoying watching people fish. [The kids] Enjoying throwing rocks into the lake and probably ruining said fishing excursion. (Sorry Mister.)
As I walked the levy between the upper and lower lake I was greeted on the way by this very extroverted little fellow.
Perhaps his chipmunky senses were tingling and he just knew he was in the presence of a chipmunk lover and he felt he had to draw nearer. Maybe he was contemplating Einstein’s theory of relativity… it’s really hard to tell with Chipmunks you know. They are not wont to discuss their feelings. Very private critters they are.
I’m betting he really just thought I was going to give him a Cheeto. Look at the belly on him. Looks like he had many a Cheeto and McDonald’s french fry lobbed in his general direction. Or maybe Canadians are really good about not feeding the wildlife and he is just full of wild grown nutty goodness.
Tomorrow I will show you how termites are really just misunderstood artists.