Conversation with a Woodchuck
After I fill the seed bowl, I sometimes pull up a chair to the glass door to wait for a customer to appear. This morning it was Winslow who I had noticed munching on fallen trumpet flowers earlier. He waddled up to the bowl and dug in. I asked him if he was enjoying his breakfast. When I stopped talking, he glanced up at me. It was our first meaningful "eye contact". This game went on for several minutes. I talk, Winslow eats, I stop, Winslow looks at me. I do wish I knew what he was thinking. Maybe, like me, he is so relieved that a bit of rain fell yesterday, and cooler temperatures are on the menu going forward. We all need a break from the swelters.
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