“He ate my dahlia!” exclaimed the lady of the house. Our backyard is a menagerie. We are often perched at the window gazing at birds hovering over our feeders, raccoons climbing tall trees, ground hogs, possum, wild turkey, deer, a red tail hawk, a seemingly misplaced spring peeper, stray cats and scampering squirrels and chipmunks. And, the lady was correct. A chipmunk, who seems to know our property as well as a trained surveyor, hopped into the newly created dahlia flower pot and enjoyed a colorful repast. As of this writing, there is one remaining, lone dahlia, which might be on his menu later for dinner or a midnight snack. Where Have All the Flowers Gone? I will take issue, ever so gently, that the resourceful rodent ate ‘our’ dahlia. I suspect that readers have uttered or heard similar phrases, such as 'the deer ate our flowers!' Let’s consider the issue from the animal's points of view. The land that we claim title to is th
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