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The other day my husband went to the woodshed to pull out his garden cart and came back in the house shortly after.
“I think one of your woodchucks is hurt” he said.
That made me drop what I was doing and rush out back to find this:
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Junior, momma chuck’s full grown offspring from last year.. the one who never left the nest, was wedged in between the cart, some wood and a few landscaping bricks.
Or was he?
I knelt down, spoke softly and determined he wasn’t stuck… just scared.
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We backed off, hid around the corner and waited for 10 minutes but he wouldn’t move.
Wanting to get on with his chores the husband slowly pulled the cart out of the shed and bam!
Junior was off like a shot to hide under the deck.
Not hurt, just antisocial.
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River's world..... 
I think it is absolutely sweet that your husband called them “your” woodchucks. I’m glad Junior wasn’t hurt.
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He’s not thrilled with all the holes they dig, or the fact that he can’t open the door to a little storage room off the wood shed, so yes… they’re always mine.
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The picture was adorable!
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Aww thats good
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So it’s official, they are “your” woodchucks…..🤣
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I think we always knew that…
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Me, too, Junior.
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If that’s true, I won’t kick you out if I see you in the woodshed.
😉
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Awwwwwww
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Aren’t we all.
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Not all….
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