Cleaning up his act

While watching Yellow-rumped Warblers in a big clump of chokecherry trees, I heard the sound of something continuously falling through the leaves to the ground. I suspected something other than birds was in the tree. Sure enough, high on a branch was this little chipmunk, busily chewing on some of the chokecherries, spitting the flesh out, and filling his cheek pouches with the pits. When he had finished the job, he proceeded to wash his face! His mother brought him up right, apparently.

Nosing around

I met this little fellow on the trail this morning, and watched him for a bit as he nosed about searching for edibles. He then began to dig in the path, and I caught him and his dirty nose when he raised his head.

Who are you??

I met this sprightly little fellow yesterday morning on the path. I stood perfectly still, and he came within five feet of me before scampering off into the grass. There are a number of holes in and and on the sides of the trail made by these friendly little critters.