Tag Archives: woodchucks

Miscellaneous drivel.

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Cupboards are boring.

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I would.

I really would…

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Beer plus Girl Scout cookies?

I’m in.

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And speaking of beer, we dropped into a new small batch brewery to try a flight recently.

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The beer was quite good. Traditional German style Pilsners, dunkels and gose. Veteran owned and run, so you know my husband found someone to talk to… which made us late for our dinner reservation.

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Our first chuck of the season lost a little fur during hibernation.

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In an odd circular patch.

I was a bit worried…

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But it seems to be growing back nicely.

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I saw this on FB the other day and had to chuckle.

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Then I saw this answer and positively snorted.

JD gets makeup tips from raccoons.

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Yes, my pickle algorithm is alive and well.

Sigh.

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First of the season.

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Look who’s back!

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I spotted our first woodchuck yesterday.

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And immediately tossed out some lettuce and broccoli to welcome the little guy back.

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I’m saying little guy but it might be a girl. I only know it doesn’t look like our old momma chuck of years past.

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She’s been around for a long time and sadly, I think it’s time for the next generation to take over.

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Undoing all the chucker’s hard work.

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My husband needed something in the little storage room at the back of our garage the other day.

We rarely use it, but the woodchucks certainly do.

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It was all he could do to open the door…

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And even that required a shovel.

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From one little access point, they sure did make a mess.

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Once things were removed we found this:

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Tiny shredded strips of a tarp that used to be whole.

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An entire morning was spent putting things right.

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And not without my husband spouting a few choice words for our furry little digging friends.

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🥴

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Interspecies communication takes patience.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten heard something in the woodchuck burrow .

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten investigated.

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On the other end of the woodchuck burrow?

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A woodchuck.

Lord Dudley Mountcatten switched sides and waited on that end.

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Which meant a woodchuck popped up on the first side.

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So His Lordship switched sides again and waited.

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And finally, after Lord Dudley’s servant was tired of standing in the heat and about to drag him back in the house….

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Interspecies communication.

Disclaimer – no woodchucks (or cats!) were harmed in the making of this blog.

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“But what do I do with it..?”

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This is Lord Dudley Mountcatten surveying his domain.

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Here’s Lord Dudley Mountcatten noticing an interloper in his domain.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten’s reaction was priceless.

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After some closer inspection?

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And a positive baby woodchuck identification…

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was clueless.

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And looked back at me as if to say, “What am I supposed to do with that?”

🤣

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What’s blooming?

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Let’s take a walk around the garden, shall we….

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Candy cane dianthus.

Almost good enough to eat.

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A tri color pot of begonias on the kitchen porch.

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A red astilbe, clashing with the barn red barn.

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Pink astible out back.

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I love the blooms on these flowers. They’re delightfully weird.

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I can’t remember what kind of daisies these are, but they’re doing well and no one is eating them… so I really don’t care.

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Purple bee balm.

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A fabulous magenta shade.

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Something purple.

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Something red.

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And something wonderful the woodchucks nibbled down to a nub shortly after I took the picture.

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