Rosslyn’s yards, gardens, meadows, and woods are thick with wildlife. Sure, some are charismatic and mysterious like bobcats and the coyotes. But others are more familiar. Sometimes even mettlesome. I would like to introduce you to Woodchuck Chuck.
The photos in this post were actually taken in the summer of 2010, so the Woodchuck Chuck featured today is likely a great, great, great grandfather to the current generation enjoying Rosslyn’s vegetable garden.
Our hungry Rosslyn marmot, let’s call him Woodchuck Chuck (more of a nod to my juvenile enthusiasm than a gift for gabbing with varmints), turns out to love cucumbers for breakfast… and his palette doesn’t even depend on peanut butter to tempt.
(Source: Woodchucks & Cucumbers)
Lest you’re more mature (in years and/or wisdom) than yours truly and the years have robbed you of the pleasures of Woodchuck Chuck’s namesake tongue twister, here it is.
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck
If a woodchuck could chuck wood?
As much wood as a woodch