It’s groundhog season here in Maine. These critters waddle casually through our yards for several weeks, and then, soon enough, tiny round groundhog babies follow.
Once, many years ago, a piece of fence that we were fixing was lying flat in the driveway. I went to move it, and there was an angry mother groundhog underneath. I assume I am the one that ma…
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