Can it be that it's already the middle of JUNE? How is that possible, when we still have the quilt on the bed and the mittens in the car??
There's a woodchuck living under the sauna. I saw her today when I went back into our "back 40" - our nickname for our long, skinny, city lot. At first I thought she was a rabbit; but no - short rounded ears, lovely granite-colored fur; the little pad of a tail.
Our yard seems to be a haven for critters of all sorts. My mother, knowing full well what my answer would be, asked "Well, what are you going to do?" To which I responded "Try to stay out of her way - she probably has babies under there."
Can't we live peacably with the rest of the natural world? Why is our first instint to kill the spider, trap the rodents, mow out the weeds. I mean, if something is imposing in some way, I could see working to reorient it: mice, for example, would not be welcome in my home. But a woodchuck under the sauna? She's not bothering anyone.
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