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A woodchuck kind of evening…

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Mowing and yard work done for the day, we retired to the barn porch for adult beverages.

Can you spot the baby woodchuck?

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He was seriously chill.

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There’s something very satisfying about spending the day beating your lawn and gardens into submission and then sitting back to enjoy the view.

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Which of course, included another baby woodchuck.

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Life is good.

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Babies!

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The little guys are on the move.

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And damn it, they’re adorable.

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One little fellow loves the wagon wheels and uses them like a jungle gym.

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Momma isn’t a doting parent and I’ve actually watched her steal apple slices from junior.

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I know people dislike them and yes, they can be destructive… but thankfully they’ve never wreaked havoc here other than a few holes.

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Maybe they’re being nice and paying us back for the daily treats.

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Junior is back.

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Momma Chuck has been visiting off and on for a few weeks now and while I’m not sure if she’s moved back in under the man cave/barn… it’s a distinct possibility.

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I threw out some carrot shavings for her yesterday when low and behold…

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Junior showed up as well.

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Last year when Momma had her babies, there was a runt who was constantly by her side. We worried that he wouldn’t grow big enough to make it through the winter, but it looks like he did.

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Although having a pesky teenager following you around could get old quickly.

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Momma Chuck is in da house.

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It’s official… Momma Chuck is back, fresh out of hibernation and voraciously hungry.

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It seems she had no trouble remembering where the salad bar was located.

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And if you’re wondering how I know this is Momma Chuck and not one of the four babies she had under the barn last year…

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I’d say it’s the decided lack of that 18 hour bra I recommended last season.

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🤣

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