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We had our first baby woodchuck sighting of the season the other day.
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Momma gives birth under the Man Cave/Barn Mahal every year and this summer it looks like three.
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They really are adorable.
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Scampering around trying to convince mom to share her apples.
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I know my flower gardens will suffer.
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But damn, they’re cute.
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😊
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It was bound to happen. Momma woodchuck found a safe home under our barn and she’s going to raise all her children there from now on.
Yesterday I spotted the first baby nibbler.
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I know they eat all my flowers, but damn it. They’re so stinking cute!
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There are four children this year and they’re just starting to venture out in the open.
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As long as mom is around that is.
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My garden is doomed.
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Remember how I warned you there would be more pictures of baby woodchucks than you ever thought possible future photographs of our backyard wildlife?
It starts now.
Calm down, they’re babies and they’re cute.
How bad can it be?
In the evening, it usually goes like this…
Mother woodchuck comes out to see if the coast is clear.
And must give some kind of silent signal…
Because before long….
The little ones are scampering around everywhere.
They love our deck and run back and forth so quickly it’s hard to snap a shot.
Two of them chase each other around and love hiding under the grill cover…
While the other two are busy eating deer grain.
With their mother…
Who is in serious need of an 18 hour bra.
Sorry girlfriend, but it needed to be said.
I know you can’t un-see that.
Apologies.
Maybe this bit of cuteness will make up for it.
He doesn’t quite have the hang of it yet…
But he’s trying.
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