About two weeks ago, I noticed the woodchuck hole under the garage had been excavated. There was still snow on the ground! Seems the chucks waste no time preparing for a summer of garden raiding.
Last year they ate everything, even the zucchini. Even the lilies right under my windows. And we can’t seem to bring ourselves to shoot them, even though they really are a nuisance.
I’ve also noticed that the foxes have been frequenting the yard, no doubt looking for the chickens we no longer have. And now that we don’t have chickens, I admit to rather enjoying the foxes. Sometimes one of them even hangs out in the back yard, not for long, but still—it’s almost like having a pet.
This morning I was sitting at the kitchen table when I saw something run past the window toward the woodchuck hole. It was small and gray—about the size of a cat, but rounder and plushier, like a woodchuck. I didn’t have my glasses on, which meant I didn’t get a good look, but my first thought was, those darn chucks already have half-grown youngsters, dammit.
Then I saw the fox coming across the lawn. And the stupid half-grown woodchuck headed straight for it. Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom was about to play out just beyond my bay window.
I put my glasses on.
It wasn’t a woodchuck at all, but a baby fox. Damn, they’re cute when you don’t have chickens. I managed to get a little bit of video—not good video, but better than nothing. 🙂 (Sorry for the shaky-cam.)