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For a couple of weeks now we've heard loud chirping from outside our front door every morning. One day I said to Dale, "Boy that one bird is really noisy these days." Without even looking up he said, "That's a chipmunk, not a bird."
No way was my first thought. Chipmunks don't make noise. So I went to the front door and sure enough, there was a chipmunk on our porch flower pot chirping away. And it is a chirping sound and loud.
Learned something new even in 2020.
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