Here at Camp Cornelius we have a proliferation of the striped little fellows...the picture is Chippy, the first one we so originally named, who appears to be the patron of the bunch near the Grey Havens.
Naming chipmunks is a tenuous hobby, to say the least, since most of the little guys look nearly identical. BUT, behavioral characteristics differentiate them as well as the rest of the kingdoms within the Kingdom, so here we go in another example of my self indulgence here in Internetland.
Chippy apparently fathered two little fellows I call Stonewall and Rocky. Stonewall always scoots away from the food cache we've set out for the birds and 'munks along the loose stone wall running the length of our driveway; hence, his moniker.
Rocky moves in a left to right direction from the Havens Tree Nursery in the ivy across a pile of small rocks I've accumulated at the corner of the Andreas Fault here at Camp Cornelius. Frankly, I think he was a Confederate soldier running across Devil's Den at the Battle of Gettysburg in a former incarnation, speaking in a post-Reformational, Van Tillian, Zen sorta way, of course! ;) The funny thing is that he always moves across the rocks on his return path, too...retreat, I guess as the Union forces of mourning doves, chickadees, and cardinals marshal themselves in the region.
Let's see, we also have JEB...cousin to Stonewall, named after another Confederate Christian General from the Civil War, who always retreats along the concrete ledge running the length of the front of the Library.
Cornelius must live somewhere in the vicinity of our classroom building, so naming him seemed rather obvious, too.
So, you're probably asking yourself, "So What?"
Relax...enjoy what's around you...walk on The Edge and enjoy the view!
Got bird seed?
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