If you're walking on the cobblestones in front of St. Germain des Pres in your Bruno Magli stilettos with pink fox tails swishing across your butt and someone comes up behind you singing "chippie chippie chippie" they do not mean this...
This is the kind of chippy I have here, the Colorado Chipmunk and they are endlessly entertaining. They love the birdbath and the sunflower seeds I've put in the birdfeeders. When they're babies they're light enough to sit on the "squirrel proof" bird feeder. Of course they *love* my raspberry bush.
I found what was left of a raspberry between the bush and the birdbath. Only a Chippie would try and carry it somewhere to eat it.
Duffy would really like to find out what a chipmunk tastes like- but I think he likes killing pack rats more (good thing that). Besides, Chippies are really fast
and really loud
I have to admit to driving Mom nuts by listening to the Chipmunk Christmas album over and over again, as only a 6 year old can...
This is what they really sound like:
I can't remember which business it was, but there was one where the woman by the front desk admonished everyone to be careful when they entered because of the baby chipmunks. Apparently mama had her nest in the hallway and you were likely to see 3 or 4 babies skittering across the red carpet to the other side of the corridor at any moment.
They do top out the cute meter.
It's amazing how much their pouches can hold. I once saw a Yellowstone crowd completely entranced by a chipmunk stuffing nuts in it's mouth as they ignored the begging bear across the road.
...and yes.... I was describing mom walking across the St. Germain Eglise cobblestones in her stilettos and fox... and the look on the poor boy's face when he finally got close enough to see her face and realize he'd just "whistled" a very chwette 80 year old was priceless. I laughed, his buddies thought it was hysterical, Mom didn't even notice.
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