Throughout the latter part of the summer and into September, we were visited nearly daily by our little chipmunk friend, Indy (so named for a funny little indent he has partway down his tail).
He thought nothing about hopping onto our feet, climbing our legs and looking either one of us in the eye in hopes that we would take pity on him and provide him with a peanut.
We almost always obliged.
Eventually, he would boldly stick his adorable nose into my closed hand, knowing that I was hiding a treat there.
He'd also climb Frank's shirt and dive into his pocket, in search of a peanut or two.
He had us both very well trained.
Every now and then a day or two would go by, when Indy wouldn't show up. Five or six other chipmunks were always around to keep us entertained but none of them were as bold as Indy. By day three or four, Indy would invariably show up and he'd make himself right at home on our laps.
One of his absences dragged out much longer than three days. In fact, it's been many weeks since we've seen him. Frank's theory is that one of the other chipmunks may have fought him and won his territory, and that he's moved on. I'm not so sure because none of them seemed to be all that aggressive, and all of them appeared to be eating in near-harmony on our deck. In any event, he's no longer coming by to add to what must be his enormous stash of peanuts.
And I miss the little brat.
Remind me not to name the next little charmer.
More photos coming up in a while.