Sunday morning I woke to an interesting sound outside my bedroom window. I shook my wine hangover off. (Karaoke had been really sweet the night before. A local sets up karaoke for his friends in a theater at the wine bar once a month. I got in because I was in the right place at the right time... and I can sing.)I looked over at the window and this fatty large rodent had his paws on the window and was staring down at me.
Well, not be out done... I put my hand on the window and tried to talk to him. He was so kinda cute, but big. I had seen him wandering around the yard the week before and waddling around the fallen logs over the creek in my mom's backyard. I wanted to relate to him, or at least make him my pet. But I had no idea what he was. Beaver, Ground Hog, Prairie Dog? I finally figured out that he was a Marmot.... a Black Hills Yellow Bellied Marmot at that. AKA.... Woodchuck... So I guess the question isn't is "How much wood can a Woodchuck chuck".... it's how many times is Tom going to wake me up.
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