Scratching for peanuts seems to be the mumblings of most of the work force today......
However, to me, the connotation is completely different!
As kids, the family would pack up for the summer vacation in Estes Park, Colorado (see previous posts ad nausea). Rams Horn Cottages was home base and daily trips into the park and surrounding lakes and rivers was always on the docket.
To my point, and the title......among the greatest excitement and thrills, aside from the horseback riding and watching the Indian employee at the Cottages pool dive off one end of the pool and come up at the other with a lit cigarette in his mouth...f..g awesome...I digress...was scratching peanuts against rocks or a wall and feeding chipmunks out of your hand. Mom always had a couple bags of peanuts and they were gone fairly fast. Thrills and a sense of attachment to these gentle creatures........................
Fast forward 50 years....chipmunks are a pain in the ass at the Lake. With all of the bird feeders, seeds are a natural attraction, like peanuts. Callie and Rory are trained to climb, chase and hunt them down and get rewards for kills...kinda like the markers of "kills" on WWII planes, but they eat their markers...TREATS (from the store, not chipmunks)!!!!
If there is a wounded one, old Brodie, who is as fast as a sloth it always there for the final kill. The others don't have the heart, but he thinks they are fluff toys..
Suffice it to say, we have not had a problem with chipmunk infestation at the cottage in years.