kenny_bubb
29-01-2009, 03:48 PM
This happened about four or five years ago in Hamilton Ontario Canada. I was about 14 years old and was biking on some semi-local trails. Well I came down a long windy single track descent on the way to what I hoped was the way out (I was very lost), when all of a sudden about 8 chipmunks all burst out in front of me running back in forth across the trail. I slammed on the brakes sliding along with my foot down, ready to slide my back out. Luckely I didn't hit any of them. I stopped, got my bearings (in a lost sort of "is that the sun?" way), and tried to decide between four different ways to go at a fork in the trail. I turned around to go back the way I came, when I noticed the chipmunks again. They were all scurring around the trail, apparently looking for food while defending some holes in the ground. I watch them for a while and realized that they were protecting their burrows from each other while looking for nuts. Well I figured that on their own it must have been a pain, because if they left, another squirrel would raid their home. I walked my bike over to where they were and I guess I went unnonticed, or they figured at slow speeds I wasn't to be worried about.
There was one little chipmunk that was having alot of trouble with defending his hole. I figured I'd help him out, it was the least I could do after almost killing him. So I slowly moved closer and closer, offering him bits of banana bread I had brought. Eventualy I actualy gained his trust, then showed him that I would guard his hole while he search for food. Amazingly it worked. After a while he would just leave his hole without looking around for enemy chipmunks, he would just let me take care of it for him. And I did a good job too. I chased so many chipmunks that day. It was alot of fun. I suggest it to anybody. Eventualy it was getting late, and I was still lost. So I said goodbye to my little chipmunk friend, and continued on my aimless, lost way. -Joe Stirling
There was one little chipmunk that was having alot of trouble with defending his hole. I figured I'd help him out, it was the least I could do after almost killing him. So I slowly moved closer and closer, offering him bits of banana bread I had brought. Eventualy I actualy gained his trust, then showed him that I would guard his hole while he search for food. Amazingly it worked. After a while he would just leave his hole without looking around for enemy chipmunks, he would just let me take care of it for him. And I did a good job too. I chased so many chipmunks that day. It was alot of fun. I suggest it to anybody. Eventualy it was getting late, and I was still lost. So I said goodbye to my little chipmunk friend, and continued on my aimless, lost way. -Joe Stirling