Something a bit less than a mile down our country road is a place Desiree and I have named Voleville. It’s really nothing more than the mouth of a gully populated with ponderosa pine, sagebrush, and juniper. It earned its name owing to the fact that I released a mess of voles there after live-trapping them from our flower and garden beds.
This
spring we’ve been trapping hordes of mice from near the hot tub and occasional wayward
chipmunks zipping through the plant beds. As the unofficially designated
chauffeur of Voleville, I am always on standby should a captured critter need a
lift for release down the road. Yesterday, I drove one mouse and two chipmunks
down to Voleville. Mice tend to try and hide as best they can in the traps.
Once caught, chipmunks absolutely freak out and fling themselves all over
inside the live trap. And while music is said to calm some critters, I have
confirmed that listening to Led Zeppelin does not calm a chipmunk in any
fashion.
I’ve
posted a photograph of one of the chipmunks I drove for release yesterday.
—Mitchell
Hegman
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