I wouldn't bother to move Chipmunks—or Red Squirrels—for that matter.
Another just moves in to the same territory. You'd be doing the lakes region locale a favor by ridding your area of the highly-destructive Red Squirrel.
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Originally Posted by Jonas Pilot
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That's an interesting site. There's much there I didn't know, and I feed chipmunks when pestered enough!
Here's another, from Canada:
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These ridiculous little clowns have captured the hearts and peanuts of millions of campers and homeowners across North America. It is amazing that in a world of video games so advanced that your body is the controller, feeding chipmunks can keep people entertained for hours.
See Chipmunk, call him over. Give peanut, watch him run away. Repeat again and again, and again.
Incredible.
It makes sense that they have no problem accepting the handouts from the relatively harmless humans who sit quietly with hand outstretched, when you consider their feeding habits. Eastern Chipmunks need to stash away food for the winter, as they remain in their burrows from late fall until early spring. After a while, their bravery leads them to climb effortlessly to knees or shoulders, and practise their tetris-like talent of stuffing 3 or more peanuts into chubby cheeks before taking off to the store room. For the most part, this is a win-win situation...
All things considered, humans receive more benefit than cost from these cheeky fellows. So the next time you have a few hours to spare, step away from the X-box Kinect and (re)connect with the joys of feeding chipmunks. Again, and again, and again.http://zoo4950.wordpress.com/2011/03...ith-chipmunks/
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Although I grew up summers here, my grandparent's worst-feared creatures were
bats.
Chipmunks—though they had a few—went unnoticed and as their plantings were native to the area—chipmunks were responsible for damaging
nothing of theirs.
Now I've come to appreciate chipmunks, especially as I hadn't paid them any mind as a child and presently don't see them all winter.
Just like dogs—and some cats—they have their own personalities:
"Stubby" visits me every morning, and stares through the sliding windows. His expression is one of "The birdfeeder is empty—
again!".
Now, even with the birdfeeder taken in, he has me trained with that "look" every morning.
This new youngster—from PhotoPost—is in perfect condition and therefore, doesn't have a name yet:
http://www.winnipesaukee.com/photopo...hp?photo=17882
A group of us, sitting on the dock at sunset, were treated to "Chipmunk Mania", when scattering sunflower seeds on the deck. Though Chipmunk's worst tormentor—and "biter"—is the much-larger Red Squirrel, the mayhem was so intense, the chipmunks chased the outnumbered Red Squirrels away!
In all that ruckus—a lot like watching bumper-cars—I can only guess at the number involved, but I'd put the number of Chipmunks at just seven.
Should conversations get slow outside, toss a dollar's-worth of sunflower seeds around—
trust me, you'll need more seeds—and liven things up!
