A chipmunk’s death…
- October 10th, 2010
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This afternoon, while walking on a trail nearby my house, I came upon a chipmunk
He’d recently fallen from a tree, which I could tell from the color of the halo of blood surrounding his head.
Looking up through the canopy of branches, gold and green leaves, I located the limb from which I presume he had fallen. Had he only been one hop closer to the center of the tree – less than 1 foot – he would have landed on the soft grass instead of the pavement. He was so close to a safe landing.
What had gotten the chipmunk to this point in his life? He had two choices: the safety and security of the lower branches – the path more traveled, or taking a chance that others may not have the strength to do.
So – my dilemma – should I be mad at the chipmunk for taking one too many chances, and not going to safe route? Or should I be proud of him for having taken those chances – because so few have the courage.
It’s too bad little chipmunks can’t defy gravity…


