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Momma chuck is a good mother and protective of her brood.
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I’ve seen her chase off a fox, a deer and a turkey.
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Every evening the littles gather to nibble under the bird feeders.
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And momma is right there keeping a close watch on the surrounding area.
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Mess with momma at your peril.
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You have been warned.
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😳
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Because nonsense is everywhere I look.
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I have no desire to cuddle fake bread, but if that was real? Pass the butter baby!
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Fox and chucks are still munching happily together. Guess this is what happens when you lay out an ample backyard buffet.
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I’ve been getting hundreds of junk emails lately. Somehow, someone got my address and has been flooding me with spam. ‘Stuck poop’ is an interesting enough subject line but the fact that the word ‘solder’ is in the sender’s address?
Priceless.
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This is what’s left of the pretty yellow deer proof flower I planted out back. The deer may not like it, but clearly the woodchucks did .
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Ditto that for coneflower leaves.
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I had to dig up the phlox, lupine and mallow due to voracious woodchuck appetites….
So now they’re all crowding my deck table in pots.
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The neighbor I was cat sitting for returned from vacation and brought me a thank you gift from the Wisconsin Dells.
A bag of local beer! She knows I like sours and brought me a variety to try. Some of them are wonderfully bizarre. The lime green can? A pastry sour with peach, basil, graham cracker and vanilla.
Cheers!
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The fact that you can’t use it is what makes it worth reading.
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I think canine love is in direct proportion to the biscuit level of a Milkbone box.
Full box? Adoration
Box almost empty? Derision.
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Is it? This almost makes me afraid to open the pantry door.
(In case you’re wondering? It’s coffee. )
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Of course it was, it’s Florida.
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And let’s face it, that beats Ron DeSantis any day of the week and twice on Sunday’s.
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To be honest, I’d prefer to talk with the donkey.
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Take a break from all the nastiness in the world and read this article I stumbled on the other day.
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The headline was enough to make me smile.
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Please don’t comment on the incorrect translation, just feel the love.
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I admit I choked up at this point.
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We all need a Corchito in our lives.
❤️
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The little nibblers are on the move and nibbling everything.
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They love carrots and lettuce and broccoli and apples.
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They also love our back deck.
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Unfortunately they love it a little too much.
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How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
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Too much!
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I’ve been cat sitting for our neighbors this week.
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They live one door over and down behind us near the river. They’re also the neighbors who had their driveway redone the same time we did. It’s an absolute joy to ride down there now.
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Pia greets me at the door upon arrival. She never used to, but has come realize I am the bringer of food when mom is away… so I am tolerated now.
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And even allowed to pet her on occasion.
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As long as the food bowls remain full that is.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been staring at the living room heat vent.
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I mean, for hours at a time.
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And it’s beginning to freak me out.
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I can’t see anything.
I can’t hear anything.
And even after removing the vent and poking around inside I didn’t see or hear anything.
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And yet…
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Every single day, there he is.
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Waiting for something… *gulp, someone?*…. to rise from the depths.
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If only he could talk….
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A few weeks ago I bought a lovely dragon wing begonia for the Barn Mahal/man cave porch.
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Thankfully the woodchucks don’t care for begonias and have left it unscathed.
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Until yesterday when I sat down to read and noticed the evidence.
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Muddy footprints.
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All over the table.
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They don’t like begonias and didn’t nibble, but clearly it wasn’t for lack of trying….
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The baby chucks are growing and feeling their oats.
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Feeding time at the backyard buffet sees it’s fair share of squabbles these days.
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Carrots and apples are clearly worth fighting for.
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The little devils may wreak havoc in my flower beds… but I have to admit they’re fun to watch.
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Case in point…. the husband keeps his old garden cart in our woodshed.
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And the other day when I was out back weeding, I heard noises coming from that direction.
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Chucks.
They’re everywhere.
P. S. … did you notice my fabulous astilbe, aka false goat’s beard?
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It doesn’t look like a goat, but it sure loved all those dark rainy days.
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We spent a nice evening with some friends recently. Drinks and appetizers were shared outside in the garden.
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Which is where we met Dave.
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Dave lives on the property and hides his peanuts in dead trees.
Can you see him?
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Dave is an extremely spoiled chipmunk and quite well fed.
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He’s so well fed he came out of hibernation almost a month later than the other chippies because his larder was well stocked.
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Dave had no problem begging in front of company.
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Shy he’s not.
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And he does love his peanuts.
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🙂
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