Y'all might recall hard-working Hunter's (link) visit, a few weeks ago. There's yet another story to tell...
When he and Gramps went into the shed to access lawn gear, there was a chattering woodchuck with glaring eyes perched on a shelf. We knew he resided in this luxury condo; but Joe forgot to pound on the door, prior to opening. Our Little Man is still inquiring about Woody.
Well, it seems that fatso moved on - but not before he ate a few pool floats and spread seed and dirt in his abode. Several times this week, I saw Woody, Jr., crossing the road near my neighbor's. I've no photo proof; but...
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| Golden Memories of Little Black Sambo and The Tiger (link below) |
A (link) junior tiger lurking in our garden beds has been far more accommodating. He does not yet know to fear me and afforded quite the interesting little photo shoot, this morning. For now, he's cute. Let's see what Woody's little cousin has the ability to devour...
"How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?"
Are you smiling, Daddy? ♥
