Heat waves and fur coats are a bad combination. With temps
in the 90’s and a heat index in triple digits … need I say more? The Woodpile itself
has turned into a giant heat sink and has been radiating the heat into our
burrows which are usually cool. Since burrows are normally naturally “air
conditioned” no one thought to invent mechanical air conditioning for burrows.
While I lounged around in the shade because it was too hot
to do anything, I watched the comings and goings at the chicken farm near the
Woodpile. Every morning like clockwork, a refrigerated truck pulls up at 7 am
sharp and loads boxes of eggs destined for the grocery store. Each evening it
returns to drop off the empty cartons for the next day. I closed my eyes and
imagined myself spending the day in refrigeration, my fur coat providing the
perfect balance to the 40 degree temps.
Ahhh, a chipmunk can dream … Wait a moment. Those egg
cartons have holes in them. Not withstanding the heat, I sprinted to one of the
used cartons. I think the hole is big enough for me squeeze into?
It is a tight squeeze but I managed to get inside! - I sent a email blast to all of the Woodpilers advertising
all day air conditioning for free to all residents. Bring bottled water, snack and
plenty of games. Meet at the chicken farm delivery area by 6:50am.
“Hey get that tail pulled in before we are discovered.”
There is always one tardy ‘munk in the bunch. This one snuck
in the back door after everything was closed up.
We spent the day “chilling out” and then the evening rolled
around. I stuck my head out and said, “Can we come out yet? What’s the temp?”
It feels good to stretch out after a day of sitting
around "chilling out."
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