A few weeks ago, a pile of dirt appeared outside a new tunnel in my yard. The tunnel was too small to be the work of Clover, the woodchuck living under the woodpile, but I couldn’t think who else ...
For a good chunk of the summer, I have been able to monitor the activity of one particular visitor to the feeding station down by my Thinking Chair a little more closely than most of the others.
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