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.
"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....
What could be better than one chipmunk, but two?