I drive down the lane between the chicken barns and gardens everyday. There is a woodchuck who races me. He starts up by the garden and raves me half way down the pasture. He is one powerful woodchuck of rippling muscles and a brown blur. I think it's a game to this chuck. Isn't that odd?
Cathryn rainbowsilkiesTM Michigan
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