Pippin, Peanuts, Petunias on the Patio

Pippin, the bottomless pit. I think he's consumed a pound of peanuts this evening or he's buried them, in which case his winter home is going to be party central this winter. Party at Pippin's!

He has the most involved routine too. He takes his peanut, climbs the tree, runs across the phone wires and disappears down the phone pole a block away. Five minutes later he reverses his route and gets another peanut. I suppose that's why he's so skinny.