Monday, I came home from work and took a look outside at my bird feeders. Sitting near the squirrel feeder – the one they’re supposed to eat from, as opposed to the feeders meant for birds, most of which they also eat from – was one very unattractive squirrel. His face was decidedly odd looking for a squirrel, and he was even fatter than most of the well-fed squirrels who frequent our feeders.
I looked again, and I saw it wasn’t a squirrel at the squirrel feeder.
It was . . . this guy. Woodchuck. Groundhog. Whistlepig.
Apparently, having found the food on offering to be of his liking, we had a return visitor on Tuesday. Some creatures around the house were quite interested in our new furry friend.