
Do you see him?

They really do blend in.

But the little chuckers are in there.

Destructive…. but too damn cute to stay mad at.

Yes, you.

And your five furry little brothers.
(Two chucks in this photo)

Do you see him?

They really do blend in.

But the little chuckers are in there.

Destructive…. but too damn cute to stay mad at.

Yes, you.

And your five furry little brothers.
(Two chucks in this photo)
You never know who’s going to wander up from the woods lately.

The other day….

It was a pair of deer and a pair of turkeys.

One of the turkeys was occasionally headless.

But they all kept pace.

Right up to the feeders for a nosh.

Mother and son.

While relaxing on the barn porch the other afternoon…..

Our peace and quiet was disturbed by one very perturbed rodent.

Momma squirrel was back and chattering up a storm.
She was scrambling up and down the posts.

Running back and forth along the eaves.

And most definitely making her presence known.
Her memory is long.
And apparently all has not been forgiven.
In life, symmetry is rare.

So when you see a baby woodchuck….

In the woodshed?

You reward him with an apple.

Because he’s just that cute.
And he doesn’t always get along with his family.
I think we can all relate to that.
And on the ground.

It was a meet cute.

And apparently they hit it off.

She was a foxy lady after all.

A little snuggling.

A few nips behind the ear.

And viola.
A happy couple.

Or not.
What do I know?
It’s fierce.
And when her babies are around?

(Yes, I’m talking about woodchucks…. were you expecting something else?)

When her babies are here….

And her babies are there…

Momma knows no fear.
Take a look at who she chased the other evening.
You go momma chucker!
The baby woodchucks are everywhere.
Behind the barn, in the rock wall, on the porch, under the deck.
Which means….

They’re going to be saturating my blog for a while.

Because really….

If there’s anything cuter than a mini woodchuck eating apples?
I don’t know if I’d survive it.

Have I mentioned how much I love the baby woodchucks?
If not, get used to it… because I’ve been spending a lot of time making friends with them.

I’ve found sliced apples are a great ice breaker.

And if I’m enjoying a little Crown Royal apple while making woodchuck friends… all the better.

It took a while for them to get used to me and they were pretty hesitant to come out with me so close.
But the lure of apples proved too much.
Admit it.
That’s pretty damned cute.
I heard some Hellacious (Yes, that’s a word. At least in Maine.) chattering the other afternoon.

Looked out back…

And saw momma red squirrel perched on the plant hanger.

She was flicking her tail and screeching like a Hollywood starlet who ran out of Botox.

She screeched so hard a seed fell out of her mouth.

It only took me a minute to figure out why.

The other visitor.

No worries readers, momma escaped unharmed.
Do you see him?

There, on the end of the stone wall.

It’s a little baby chucker.

And I am totally in love with these guys.

They’ve started to use the wall as their own personal jungle gym….

And scamper around like little Tasmanian devils.

It’s entertaining as hell.