There is a surprising amount of wildlife in my “backyard.” I know that most of the residents are normal city dwellers, but considering the high density of dogs and free roaming cats, I didn’t expect quite so many wild critters.
Mr. Groundhog seems to live underneath the sprawling bramble thicket on the western edge of the back field. He likes to come out in the late mornings and graze and sun himself. Miss Brown disapproves, of course. Mr. Groundhog couldn’t care less, it seems, because even though Harriet was whining and barking and boxing at the window, he carried on as if she didn’t exist. He’s a brazen little cuss.
I took this photo early this afternoon. Mr. Groundhog refused to oblige me with a head shot, so all you get to see is his lard ass, which is still pretty darned cute.
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