Mom set up a tire swing for us at the wood pile. Word got around quickly. Bushy, myself (Chippy), and our feathered
friends gathered around the swing. No one was quite sure how a “swing” was
suppose to work. Mom explained you were suppose to hop on it to ride as it swung
back and forth on the rope. Apparently this is a favorite past time of human children.
I volunteered to be the first critter to try it out. How hard could it be?
Mom lowered the swing so it was at chipmunk height. Before I hopped on, I
thought I would give my best imitation of the Gecko from the TV commercial with
the flat tire.
Yikes, this swings really fast! Here is a photo of me holding on for dear
life.
Bushy was the next one to hop on. He thought it was a lot of
fun to fly back forth and forth through the air.
Mr. Redwing decided to do a safety inspection before trying
the swing out.
Mrs. Titmouse got right into the swing of it.
Mrs. Blue Jay called out to all her friends to come and try
it.
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