I’m looking out the bedroom window yesterday and yell out for my son. He runs in the room and I tell him to look out the window (while I point) at the animal that’s down below next to a tree. After five minutes of me saying, “no, over there… see the green leaves? no, over there… where I’m pointing…” he finally sees it. I say, “What in the world is that?” He says, “Mom, it’s a chipmunk.” (and then rolls his eyes and wonders how I ever made it to 29… okay 34 years of age without knowing the simplest of things)
A chipmunk? In my yard? Wha?
I attempt to open the window and the chipmunk scurries (they scurry, right?) into it’s hole. “A burrow,” the boy says with a sigh – wondering how I can even find my way to the car, I’m so dumb.
We go online and do a little research. Apparently chipmunks hibernate from Fall to early Spring. (which explains the puzzled look on the critter. He was wondering where that fence came from.) They eat small bugs and snails and seeds and berries. The boy and I decide to give the little guy a treat. We get bird seed and toss it around the burrow’s entrance. We found other ‘holes’ and put some birdseed there too.
Then we fill the bird feeder (from Marti & her family) out front with more birdseed. And I tell the boy to get some water for the bird bath. We were so excited.
Later I’m walking to the living room window to let some light in. I scream for the kids and husband to come and look at what is sitting in the bird bath. It was a hawk. A big freakin’ hawk. (no, not a falcon – yeesh) It was at least 12-18 inches tall sitting on top of our little birdbath. I run to get the camera (of course) and by the time I get back it flew away. Damn. The sucker was HUGE.
A hawk. Outside my house. In my birdbath. Where the hell did we move to? Montana?
Saturday night after a rockin’ good time with Marti, we pull into the driveway to see a little bunny crossing in front of us. Aw. So cute. A bunny.
Hmmm… I wonder if the hawk is around because of the bunny and the chipmunk population in our area? That’ll be a fabulous life lesson to teach my kids. (not)
Is this what it’s like when tourists come to Florida and get excited over lizards and alligators? ‘Cause I never understood that. Big deal – it’s just an alligator. <<eye roll>>