The Improvident Chipmunk’s Shocking Secret

Unlike any other chipmunk I’ve know or read about, and going against all instinct, there was a chipmunk eating seeds on our deck instead of stuffing his cheeks and bringing them back to his burrow to store for the coming winter. People wonder how I know the gender of a chipmunk. It’s always been a guess and this one was a give-away: Ricky, as I named him, would gladly eat what I served him but then always left the shells behind so that I had clean up his mess. “Typical man!” friends would say when I shared the latest chipmunk news. (It warms my heart that people ask and take an active interest in their antics. If they don’t ask I tell them anyway.)

In reality I had no idea what was actually in store for the future. Ricky was not all what he seemed to be, and neither was Tailor, the chipmunk living in our side yard with a black “ring” around her tail and named after Elizabeth Taylor who  loved and kept many chipmunks as pets and had a famous fondness for jewelry.

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Summering at Home in Scarborough (while sick)

Good morning! I’m feeling better today. Out of the blue on Friday I came down with a fever peaking at 101, sore throat and swollen glands that lasted through the weekend. I went to the doctor yesterday and I have tonsillitis. I’ll know tomorrow if I need antibiotics and I really hope I don’t because I don’t tolerate them very well and am allergic to some. However, I’m hopeful I won’t need them because my symptoms are far less severe today.  In the meantime I’ve been “summering” at home and the accommodations, entertainments and care thanks to Wayne have been tops! Continue reading “Summering at Home in Scarborough (while sick)”