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Momma Chuck birthed them and nursed them…
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But now that they’re eating the same solid food ?
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She’s not sharing with them.
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Motherhood has its limits.
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Momma doesn’t like to share…
Tag Archives: woodchucks
Family squabbles.
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Siblings don’t always get along.
Or so I’ve heard.
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Clearly this goes for baby woodchucks as well as humans.
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Momma Chuck doesn’t intervene.
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And beats feet when things get too rowdy.
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❤️
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More baby chucker cuteness.
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Momma Chuck is bringing her young ones out from under the barn on daily foraging trips.
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So naturally I sit on the barn porch and entice them with apple chunks.
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One brave little fella gets closer than the rest.
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He’s so sweet!
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Yes, they’re flower munching machines…
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But they’re also too cute to stay angry at for long.
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Up close baby chucker.
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My first baby chucker count was off by two. There are five baby chuckers and my flower gardens are doomed.
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I try to make friends by sitting on the barn porch and giving them apples.
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I do this so they’ll leave my carefully tended blooms alone.
Sometimes it works, other times I’m left with a bed of bare twigs.
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It seems there’s always one brave little fella in every litter… the one who edges closer and checks me out more thoroughly.
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Yes, they munch my flowers.
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But damn, they’re cute.
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Babies!
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We had our first baby woodchuck sighting of the season the other day.
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Momma gives birth under the Man Cave/Barn Mahal every year and this summer it looks like three.
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They really are adorable.
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Scampering around trying to convince mom to share her apples.
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I know my flower gardens will suffer.
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But damn, they’re cute.
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I think babies are in our future.
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Don’t get excited, I’m not talking about me. That ship has sailed.
And burst into flames and sunk.
I’m talking about woodchucks, and from the look of our resident Momma…
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I’d say baby chuck sightings are getting close.
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Momma chuck has kicked the kids to the curb.
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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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A daily buffet is required.
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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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Little nibblers.
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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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Choking the cherry.
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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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