Thanksgiving Take Out
Just before (our Canadian) Thanksgiving, I did a quick bit of outdoor decorating – I cut a dozen stems of ‘elephant grass’ from a ditch just north of here, tied them together and propped them next to the three pumpkins I’d picked up at the market. It wasn’t much, but it added a bit of ‘fall flavour’ to the front step. Here’s what it looked like on Thanksgiving Day (Monday, October 14):
The next day, when I returned from running some errands, I noticed that the pumpkin on the lower step had moved about 6 inches to the right. It wasn’t in a spot where either the newspaper deliveryman or the letter carrier might have nudged it with a foot when approaching the house, and its location meant it was unlikely that my husband had bumped into it when he’d gone off to work (in the dark) that morning. So I thought it was a bit odd, and wondered (briefly) who (or what) might have moved it:
It wasn’t until I went to put it back that I noticed bits of ‘pumpkin guts’ on the step beside it. When I rolled the pumpkin over to see where they’d come from, I found a perfectly round chipmunk sized hole in the bottom:
I probably shouldn’t be surprised that a chipmunk could suss out a free meal (according to PumpkinNook.com, “Squirrels and cute little chipmunks love pumpkin seeds. [They will] gnaw through your pumpkin to extract the seeds [and are] notorious at attacking pumpkins left out on the front step.”), but I’m amazed that s/he chose to chew through the bottom of the pumpkin instead of any of the exposed sides, and that while doing so, s/he moved it almost six inches from its original position (a chipmunk weighs, on average, about 3.5 ounces; the pumpkin is a 5 pounder).
I’ve written about chipmunks before (Humans vs. Chipmunks) – they’re amazing little creatures and such fun to have around. I’m glad one of them enjoyed a free Thanksgiving take out dinner, compliments of an animal lover who’s on … the other side of 55.