I looked out the window the other day and saw something that terrified me.

Don’t laugh.

It was momma red squirrel and she looked…..

Fat.
And since red squirrels don’t get fat?
There can only be one explanation…..

She’s pregnant again.

I looked out the window the other day and saw something that terrified me.

Don’t laugh.

It was momma red squirrel and she looked…..

Fat.
And since red squirrels don’t get fat?
There can only be one explanation…..

She’s pregnant again.

Our resident buck was here the other evening.

Up from the woods with last year’s progeny in tow.

The twin fawns are now young bucks themselves.

Before we knew it the whole family was here.

Chasing each other and ruining my shots.

This year’s Bambi.

And his/her dad.

Yes sir…

There are some good genes running through this family.
Because it’s time to clear out the photo files again.

Momma chuck has been packing on the pounds with an eye toward winter..

But it doesn’t stop her from scrambling up and over the rock wall quicker than I can move my shutter finger.

I have a feeling at least one of her two remaining offspring will be sticking around when the snow flies.

I keep catching him rooting around under the daylilies, filling his mouth with dead leaves and making off for parts unknown with nesting material.

Last year’s fawn comes every night, and since his new antlers are decidedly unbranched, I’ve taken to calling him the antenna buck. Because I’m old… and remember when you had to wiggle those things every afternoon to watch Dark Shadows.

Though these next two pics were at the outermost limit of my zoom, I’m including them because we rarely see momma turkey and her young.

She raises them in the woods and neighboring meadows, never crossing our large expanse of open lawn.

And finally, a few Bambi shots.

Because they’re so damned sweet, I can’t help it.

It’s happening.

Red squirrel.

And woodchuck.

A common goal.

A shared food source.

An alliance.

Partners….

Synchronizing positions.
I’m doomed.
These two cuties came running up from the woods the other day while I was reading on the barn porch.

They’ve grown so quickly.

Getting taller every day.

We have a total of four fawns who visit.

But I’m guessing these two are twins since they’re always together.

Mom wandered up shortly after.

And kept an eagle eye on me and my camera.

No worries momma.

Bambi is safe with me.

Still stealing deer food.

And when it’s too big to finish in one sitting?

They’re still planting.

And I’m still cleaning up scattered dirt.

And squirrel poo.

Help me out with this…
Aren’t teenagers supposed to grow up and move out?
It’s a conspiracy.
I know it.
Those damn red squirrels have been plotting and now they’ve got corporate behind them.
How do I know this?
Because yesterday I got this box from Amazon:

Race cars….
For squirrels!
I’m doomed.
But the ever dwindling woodchuck family is now down to three.

Momma chuck and two children.

The sextuplets are now twins.

And even more outnumbered by the starlings than ever.

But they’re growing quickly and packing on the pounds for winter.

So much so, it’s getting hard to distinguish them from their mother.

Until…

She stands up.

No doubt about it then.

Does anyone know where I can get a woodchuck girdle?
Asking for a friend.
We caught another glimpse of Bambi last night.

Making it’s way into the woods with mom.

Can I get an awwww?

Last year’s babies antlers are growing…. this one’s straight up.

And this one’s up and out.

They’re brothers and no, I have no idea why their racks grow in different shapes.
And lastly, the end.

Of the deer, as well as my post.
We had our first little guy sighting of the season the other day.

And oh my goodness….

If that isn’t the definition of the word sweet I’ll eat a kale souffle.

The family kept a close huddle on the food.

But Junior managed to push his/her way into the fray.

I think I might have audibly squeaked in joy at that point.

Bambi!

We knew some of the does were pregnant, but they won’t bring the fawns up out of the woods for the first few months.

And even then it’s usually very early in the morning when yours truly is still in dreamland.

So it was wonderful to see them in the late late afternoon when the sun was still shining and providing light for pictures.

Welcome to the herd little one.

You’ll want to stick around, the crazy lady with the camera lays out a pretty nice buffet.