The chipmunks have taken a liking to our front porch, and I do not blame them. It’s one of my favorite places in the world to sit and to breathe, to begin or to end a day. Ben and I frequent the porch with our Sunday morning coffee as we wave at neighbors and linger beneath the shade of the sturdy oak tree.
But over the last couple months, the two chipmu…
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