I heard a crashing sound yesterday – some beast knocking over a plank of wood – and I quickly ventured outside to take a look. There had been some bear activity earlier that very day. This however was a deer, who had been grazing near where I had some dimensional lumber standing. Though the plank made quite a sound when it fell, the deer was not scared and was grazing placidly by it. She ran off about forty feet when she saw me, then stopped. These deer do break my heart when it comes to the garden – one got in and demolished everything again – but they are pretty and I am a sucker for pretty companionship, so I frequently don’t have the spirit to really scare them off (not that it would work anyway).
But when I came back to the cabin, I heard the sound of some animal ripping at a plastic bag – and as I walked in I saw a chipmunk on the kitchen counter, attacking a bag of cherries. The chipmunks really are becoming a problem or a blessing, depending on how you look at it. They are certainly getting familiar. He didn’t stop when I walked in, either – just looked up, noticed me, and then went back to getting those cherries. I told him to get down and he did, running into the bathroom. I had left my screen door slightly ajar so I wouldn’t alert the animal I was going to investigate to the fact that I was coming (by the sound of a door closing). Hence the chipmunk had walked in. I hadn’t been away for more than two minutes. The chipmunk took a little tour of my cabin, not finding any obvious way out, until he finally got back to where he had entered, and out the door he went.