Taz and Chip

Taz has been busy trying to catch our new house guest, a chipmunk. I guess we'll call him Chip, for want of a better name.

He sure is a gutsy little guy. We first saw him sitting on the fence beside our patio while we were eating lunch. After he scurried away, down the fence, across a small area of the patio and under the deck, Carol put a couple of french fries in his spot and it wasn't long before he was back, chowing down, watching us out of the corner of his eye.

I made a little feeding platform for him and put a handful of wild bird seed on it. I barely got the tools put away before he was on it, packing his cheeks full of seeds. On his way back to stash his groceries, Taz spotted him and the chase was on. To our relief he made to his safe spot under the deck, but instead of laying low for a while he decided to give Taz a “Nyaa Nyaa, you can't catch me!” He ran, upside down back and forth under the deck while Taz went crazy trying to get to him from above.

The next morning Taz was up on the arm of one of the living room chairs barking at the back door. I went to see what he was so exited about and there was Chip sitting on a shelf on the back porch playing with a Yellow push pin. Later I spotted him curled up on one of Taz's teddy bear toys on another shelf.

It's very much like a Tom and Jerry cartoon and I hope, like the cartoons, the little guy always gets away!