Hobo had a chipmunk.
Although it’s fur was a bit ruffled, the little guy seemed okay, so we sent out the chipmunk ambulance (a small red bucket) to assess his condition.
He was suffering from cat shock, as you might imagine.
After transport to a fine pile of branches and brush, I figured he’d climb out of the container and scamper off. But he didn’t.
Hammie (all chipmunks are named Hammie) decided that the bucket was not a bad place and he climbed back in.
There was only one thing to do, create an outpatient chipmunk station.
Having learned earlier that chipmunks are resilient, quick, and not necessarily cooperative house guests, and it being warm out, the garage was selected as the location for the station.
The big door to the outdoors was set at exactly 2.456 inches, so Hammie could check out, but the cats and dog couldn’t visit.
Hammie was sequestered in a big plastic bin that was originally intended for filing, but has never been used for that. We added leaves, moss, grass, one pine cone, 2 sticks, dirt, 1 strawberry, 3 grapes, 21 raisins, oatmeal, and walnuts.
Stay tuned for tomorrow, when we go check on Hammie …