Underneath the last plum tree with fruit at the FWG, was this little chipmunk. The weather was mild enough today at +1 celsius, to entice him out for some fresh fruit! I watched him for some time and he seemed quite oblivious to me. He ate some of the fruit, and then stuffed as much as he could into his cheek pouches and set off for his den. He had obviously travelled a distance. I followed him as he ran alongside the trail, through a snow tunnel, out onto the top of the ravine, down the ravine to the bridge, under the bridge where I lost sight of him.