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A few weeks ago we had two young woodchucks fighting over food
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Now?
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Momma chuck is back and the fighting is over.
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Matter of fact, since she’s arrived there’s no one to left to fight.
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The teenagers have left the building…
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And momma reigns supreme.
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Excuse the noise of my dryer tumbling in the background.
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It isn’t often we see a Pileated woodpecker at Casa River…
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But this big guy flew in the other day and had a nosh on the suet nugget cage.
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Pileateds usually stay in the woods and rarely venture into our wide open back yard.
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Good thing I had my phone camera handy.
❤️
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Now that the weather is warming and the grass is turning green…
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Our resident woodchucks are showing up more often.
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There’s not much for them to eat yet and since I want them to leave my garden beds alone?
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The buffet is being laid.
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😉
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It’s hard to tell, but I think Momma Chuck is back.
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I’ve seen two smaller guys around the property the past few weeks, but Momma’s always had a different look.
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And I think this is her.
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If we see babies under the barn next month I’ll know for sure.
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😊
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No, it hasn’t snowed again… but I realized I forgot to post these photos after our last storm so bear with me.
Can you see him?
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How about now?
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That’s our resident Coopers Hawk sitting in the apple tree waiting for lunch to fly by.
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The speed at which he snatched a dove out of the air astounded me … as I had my phone camera pointed right at him when it happened and still didn’t manage to catch the shot.
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Here’s a blurry pic of him sitting on top of his lunch for a split second before he flew away to eat in peace.
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We’ve had nothing but rain and gloomy skies for weeks… so when the sun finally put in an appearance?
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We were rewarded.
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This was a strange rainbow as it was quite low on the horizon…
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But it certainly didn’t dim the beauty.
And since I was standing at the open back door to take pictures, I asked the husband to keep watch over His Lordship so he didn’t slip past me to freedom.
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You can guess how that went.
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Though it did provide me with a nice photo of my two favorite men under a rainbow.
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The snow is gone, the grass is starting to green and with the promise of spring…
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Fox.
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Two foxes to be exact. Though they do tend to blend into the background this time of year.
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One under the bird feeders…
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And one hanging out in the back forty.
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We had a mated pair last year which makes me wonder if they’ve returned or thus is a new couple.
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All you need is a tardigrade.
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The dude needs a manicure, but okay… I’m listening.
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At the rate my body is currently declining I would love to pause my biological clock. And if possible, reset it to age 29 when all my joints didn’t creak.
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That is one freaky looking fellow….
And is it me… or does he remind you of Robot in Lost in Space as well?
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Impressive, no?
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Sure, not physically. But the little guy could have survived Chernobyl… props for that.
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Sign me up for that flick!
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I have to admit the more I look at this critter …. the more I like him.
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I mean, come on….
He’s smiling.
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Admit it, you want one.
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During our last N’or Easter, my poor choke cherry tree took a hit.
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It’s an old ragged tree that was here when we moved in 20 years ago, but the blooms are lovely in the spring and the cherries are bright red in the fall… even if they are inedible.
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With all the rain and melting snow we’ve had, the high wind busted off quite a few limbs.
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So my husband went out to deal with the mess.
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And disturbed a few woodchucks who were sunning themselves on the stone wall in the process.
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It’s been a while since my husband has fired up the chain saw.
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And the fumes were toxic.
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But once the air cleared, my poor tree got a trim.
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And the wood shed got a pile of cherry.
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Because you enjoyed part 1 so much.
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Good luck out running that.
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You might want to get an umbrella instead.
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Trillions of peeing insects would be enough to send me scurrying for cover.
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Their idea of Mardi Gras fun and mine differ greatly.
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While bugs don’t bother me, I have to admit I’m glad I’m not in the peeing path of their hatchings this year.
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Don’t drink bug pee.
Words to live by right there.
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So, yeah.
Have fun with that.
And please remember to blog the event.
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