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| “I am too easily contented with a slight and
almost animal happiness. My happiness is a good deal like that of the
woodchucks.”
Henry
David Thoreau
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| A happy woodchuck family has inhabited the backyard all summer, merrily munching on crabgrass (when the lawn is not parched and brown as an abandoned grilled cheese sandwich), and exploring the environs with a decidedly uncharacteristic degree of nonchalant aplomb. Woodchucks are usually quite shy, so I've watched in astonishment as these cheeky chuckers have taken over the hood as top herbivore (& progeny). One afternoon, a couple of them paid me a neighborly visit... |
| Baby woodchuck comes to the back door. "Is anybody home? Is there any birdseed in there?" |
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