And woodchucks eating watermelon is too damned cute not to share.
I never thought about giving watermelon to the chucks.
But a bowl of it got pushed to the back the fridge recently and I couldn’t see throwing it away.
Let me tell you….
There were some happy little chuckers that afternoon.
Until the last piece was in sight.
Then it was every chuck for themselves.
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.
A little background before we begin:
I have a YouTube channel.
The only reason I have a YouTube channel is so I can post short ridiculous videos of meaningless drivel here on my blog.
Nests, ducks, ants, roof leaks and the ever popular baby barn.
As you can see by the number of views, my audience is limited. And who can blame them? Watching my roof leak will only excite a small demographic.
Yes, occasionally a friend will stumble on my channel and watch a few…. but without my blog narrative they don’t make a whole lot of sense.
Which is fine, because I don’t have time for… nor interest in…. promoting this channel.
So I have to ask… why?
Why have I gone from 8 subscribers to 805?
And while I don’t mean this to be a racially charged statement…. there aren’t any John or Jane Smiths on the list.
Totskie Pacino.
Al’s 3rd cousin twice removed? Could be.
After a little research, I found comments.
I didn’t understand them, but I found them.
And upon further study it seems this video, that I posted when we visited the Jacksonville, Florida Zoo 2 years ago….
Is the reason.
Holy mother of wombats!
It went from 7 views to 100,000 in the span of a week.
And a few days later?
Another 92,000 views. WTH?
Is there some lame international search engine that was so desperate to provide results they chose my far from riveting 51 second clip over this?
I’m befuddled.
I mean hell, my video wasn’t titled Look At This Awesome Tiger! So why are 192,988 people searching the web for IMG 5867?
Yes, I’m befuddled. And also a little ticked.
Clearly Evelyne Robinson hasn’t been paying attention.
If I did indeed have a tiger?
He’d be as fat as momma woodchuck and unable to nimbly traverse my lovely backyard waterfall.
*Note to self – check into installing lovely backyard waterfall. Red squirrels can’t swim*
Yes, my views are up.
But once these subscribers realize it’s nothing but woodchucks and barn insulation, I fear my stats will be taking a dramatic downturn.
Sorry Totskie.
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.
One minute you’re happily eating dinner side by side with your woodchuck brother.
Until he realizes his lettuce and carrot tops might not be as tasty as what you have….
And moves in on your watermelon.
If looks could kill.
That’s one dead chuck.
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?
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.
