Tag Archives: woodchucks

The final sightings.

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We haven’t seen a woodchuck for weeks now.

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And while my flower gardens are sighing in relief…

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I have to admit I miss the fat little buggers.

( note – spellcheck always changes buggers to nuggets… and is that really better? )

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It’s ironic that now the ground is littered with apples from our trees, the apple munchers have left the building.

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This is the fourth year in a row we’ve had a woodchuck family move in.

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So I guess we’ll say so long chuckers.

( which spellcheck changes to chiclets every damn time )

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See you next year.

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The last of the chucks.

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The woodchucks have left the building.

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After momma chuck and her spring brood of voracious garden nibblers cut a swath of destruction through my flower gardens this spring….

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And fattened up quickly at our all you can eat buffet this summer….

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They have now moved on to where ever the hell it is woodchucks go in the fall.

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And all I’m left with is empty flower pots and leftover photos to sort through.

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The price of visiting woodchucks?

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I can’t say this with any certainly, but I’m guessing the demise of our cedar tree was woodchuck related.

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It stood in that corner for almost 20years with no issue and then, wham! It was dead. Upon removal we found this…

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A hole, next to the trunk. And on further examination…

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A hump of dirt with a strategically placed pile of poo. On the other side of the hump?

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Another hole, which meant woodchuck tunnel. I figured they must have destroyed the roots of the tree with their digging, but in actuality the tunnel goes under these other bushes that weren’t affected at all.

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So it’s a mystery, but either way? I’m left with an empty space and a stump.

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Because while my husband loves to cut things down with his chainsaw? He could care less about the mess he leaves behind.

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If ya can’t beat ’em….

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And it’s clear from the hundreds of dollars I’ve spent on deterrents… I can’t.

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Yeah, I gave you a chance…. and they ate right through you.

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You might as well join them.

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Or rather feed them your fruit and salad scraps in the hopes they’ll leave your flowers alone.

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Watermelon was a huge hit. They positively inhaled that.

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But honestly, would it kill them to wipe off the scowl off their faces and maybe shoot me a grin now and then? I think it’s the least they could do.

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Miscellaneous musings.

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I saw this the other day and was sorely tempted.

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I totally need cherry tomato toting ants.

In other local news….

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Such a neighborly thing to do.

And lately a dip in the pool has been sounding wonderful with temps being hot, hot, hot.

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Of course this is Maine, so while it felt like 104 one morning…

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Two days later it felt like 45.

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I replanted my left over garden bed with geraniums after the baby woodchucks ate all the petunias.

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But not before the little bastards darlings chewed all the leaves off my gay feather.

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At least they left the blooms this time.

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Now I’m wondering what an appropriate beef jerky card message would be.

I wanna hold your ham?

Nice to meat you?

Don’t go bacon my heart.

I have a t-bone to pick with you?

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