“Yep. It’s a woodchuck.”
I made the declaration with confidence after spending half an hour studying a compelling article titled, “Woodchucks and their droppings.”
The little fella startled me for the first time last week when he emerged from under a wide-leafed plant in my garden.
I greeted his fat little nose and big brown eyes with a lump of dirt followed by a bucket of water. He took no…
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