The crabapple tree outside our window is an endless source of natural wonder. I peeked out at the grey, drizzly late afternoon to see… a chipmunk. The tree is nearly denuded of leaves by now but is still full of little bulbous red fruits. The chipmunk perched near the end of a branch busily stuffing its little cheeks as if the fruits were going away tomorrow.
I’ve never seen a chipmunk up a tree like that before. So if you didn’t know that chipmunks climb trees to eat berries from the end of a branch, just remember you read it here first.