There have been outdoor cats here since I moved in.
A neighborhood cat makes his way through on occasion,
but Purrl, our last outdoor cat, gave up the chase last year.
Our chipmunk population has boomed to three we know of.
They frequent the safflower seeds on the ground.
If two or more approach simultaneously,
they chest butt each other off in the field,
in their best Alvin and the Chipmunks routine.
They move faster than 1/60th of a second, that's for sure.
Left with a pair of house finches.
Stuffing, stuffing, stuffing its little cheeks.
Not its best angle; missing that wide-eyed innocence.
Sharing with a juvenile cardinal and a finch.
You can't see me.
You can't see me, I think.
You can't see me, can you?