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.