So.
Our resident woodchuck….
Who we (ever so creatively) call Mr. Chuck?
Yeah.
We may need to rethink that.
Can someone please call Jane Russell?
Because momma woodchuck is in serious need of a few eighteen hour bras.
So.
Our resident woodchuck….
Who we (ever so creatively) call Mr. Chuck?
Yeah.
We may need to rethink that.
Can someone please call Jane Russell?
Because momma woodchuck is in serious need of a few eighteen hour bras.
River's world..... 
My goodness, I am shocked *shocked* I say by that photo. 😳
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Woodchuck porn.
It happens….
😈
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It’s not porn IF it’s done with (uhhh) class.
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I think it’s safe to say 6 saggy breasts are the definition of not classy.
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Didn’t know you were a voyeur….
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It was an accidental peep.
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uh huh….
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SHE has been a it on the “dirty” side lately.
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When the opportunity presents itself? Who am I to argue.
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I agree with you. Some strange things coming from this blogger lately 🤭
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And yet you all keep coming back.
😉
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It’s the woodchucks and their utter charm.
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Can’t blame you there.
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LOL
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I called mine Ralph. I don’t know if Ralph is a girl. If Ralph is a girl and has babies, I’m screwed. All my lettuces and herbs will be gone. 🙂
Can you explain why he has to eat my food? I mean, there are plenty of weeds everywhere, more than the planted stuff…can’t he just eat there?
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We’ve been very lucky. Every once in a while they’ll find a flower they like to nibble and I’ll be spraying stinky repellent like mad, but then again we don’t grow veggies. That’s mighty tempting.
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“Jane Russell”?!?!?!?! OMG!!! Lady you are old–not the child bride I thought you were!!
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It’s a running joke in our house…
😉
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I suggest changing its name to Chuckles. It may not sound very original, but I once changed a deer’s name from John Doe to Jane Doe and rec’d no complaints.
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Chuckles?
Good God man…. I don’t want to turn it into a clown.
*Shudders*
😲
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So you’ll have baby woodchucks at the feeders soon! Will wait with bated breath for the adorable family photos!
Your woodchuck gender dilemma reminds me of the desert tortoise we had when I was a kid. We referred to it as a male. My brothers named him T.H.E. Turtle (failing to take into account that he wasn’t, in fact, a turtle, but a tortoise), after the popular mid-60s TV show T.H.E. Cat. Then, after many years, he laid an egg! One, solitary egg. He quickly became a she, but her name didn’t change.
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Why is it we automatically call everything he?
I bought a mouse at the five and dime when I was a kid. Named him Benjamin.
He died 2 weeks later giving premature birth.
😟
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And you were disturbed by MY post?
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Yes.
Mine is more like a National Geographic – David Attenborough special.
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Perhaps Mr. Chuck just has a serious case of moobs?
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Maybe.
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Must’ve been cold out.
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Ha!
Maine evenings can be a little chilly….
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That was more interesting than it was erotic but only by a little bit…
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I strive for a happy medium.
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