Chipmunks have called this place home far longer than I have, creating ancient networks of tunnels weaving throughout the lawn, garden and rock walls. Entertaining themselves as I suspect tiny faeries might, they rearrange my garden every year just to delight in my perplexed expression. As I scratch my head with dismay, “Now I know I didn’t plant that bulb there,” they chuckle heartily with no remorse from under toad stools and ivy leaves.
While entertaining themselves, they entertain me too. For that, they get rewards of strawberries, pears and any fruit I can spare. As you can see, they are rather grateful for my delight in them, as much as I am for theirs in me.
What’s in your back yard?