When I peruse my garden flowers, bushes, and trees,
it is almost as if we communicate with one another. So
much beauty to behold in nature. Therapy. As if on
cue, I spy a new color and hear the rustle as the
branches sway in the breeze. Trees speak in a
confidential manner. Listen! They whisper to
one another as they notice my presence. Lest
I forget who really owns the flowers, the birds
chirp incessantly the closer I get to their space!
As if to tell me to stay away from the nests and
birdhouses. My husband sought shade near the
river birch tree and was shooed away. I found
him sitting under the apple trees instead. Our fine
feathered friends inform us as to where we
should be. After all, it is their domain. Amusing
how we attempt to co-exist in peace. Retreating
to his usual spot on the front porch, my husband
noticed a very hungry chipmunk busy chomping
on a geranium blossom. Did you ever wonder
what all the creatures think of human beings?
Often, I mistake a chipmunk chirp for a bird.
I must focus and listen carefully. After
dark when I check the yard, I am entertained by
a hopping rabbit. It has a favorite spot
near the apple trees. Too early for apples to
fall on the ground! Meanwhile, Mr. Chipmunk
scampers nimbly and playfully across the short
garden wall. I take time to smell the roses too.
As I photographed some of the pink beauties,
my head hit the birdhouse above. Well, I was
loudly informed by the wren inhabitants. I
beat a hasty retreat and quietly watched indoors.
Vocalizations include chips, chucks, and trilling alarm calls. In fact, chipmunks are so talkative, and their high-pitched communications are so ubiquitous, many people mistake them for bird calls. Click and listen: