I met this little fellow along the banks of a river last year near Jackson Lake Lodge, Wyoming. Gregg and I were near the dam, a place we were told moose had been sighted, and that's what we were there for. We walked up and down for half an hour but no sighting of moose. I suggested to Gregg we sit down for a while and see what happened. Ten minutes later Gregg had gone off to explore but I was content to stare across the water, and look at the occasional duck family swimming by. Apart from a solitary fisherman several hundred yards away, there was no one else in sight. I loved the peace and tranquility of it all and I was in heaven.
It was then that I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. When I turned my head ever so slowly, there was a little chipmunk looking up at me, only a few feet away. We have chipmunks here but I rarely see them. So here we were 3,000 miles away from home and I am sitting right next to one practically nose to nose. I watched him for a while and I thought him so adorable, then I remembered my camera. He posed for me and then ran from spot to spot to find his dinner. I was totally mesmerized and lost in the moment when Gregg touched my arm and as I looked at his face, he was staring in the distance pointing down the river. That's when we spotted our moose mum with her calf. But that's another story. This one is about my little chipmunk which I fell in love with on the spot.
"CHIP, CHIP, CHIP," he sang loud and clear.
"Hey, you other chipmunks, stay away from here.
He sat beside his doorway and loudly sang his song,
Protecting food he'd gathered to eat all winter long....