Crumbly Acres: KEE POUT

Just when I thought things would wind down, Fred is winding up. Fred took her kits to burrow #4. It is beyond the edge of this section of the yard, with two entrance/exit holes. The first photos shows Fred in Spring. 

Now, all the foliage is out. That is sanctuary for a groundhog.

It is a clever location, with the bracken hiding the exit/entrance. 

I was doing a workout when I spotted a kit at the daffodil garden. It was smaller than Fred. I thought of Eileen who sees song birds out her window.

This shot I quite like, with worried Phoebe atop the purple pencil, watching miniFred down below.

It was raining on and off, and chilly. Neither of us were feeling 100%. My Wild Parsnip poison boils are still on my arm. I peeked out back, checking things out. Fred has been munching on my Hosta plants. Usually, it is the deer!

I admire her tenacity!

 

 I watched Fred hop up the stairs, and slip under the gate. I wasn't sure where she was headed.

I slipped out the front door, ran around the house, and found her in the act. 

Chewing on the garage door frame. 

I put a log with a brick on top, blocking the area of interest. A trailcam would let me know what was going on.

Caught in the act, again.

Later, I found coyote was on the frogpond trailcam, with a muskrat in its mouth. Oh my. Fred was wise to move her kits. Coyote seemed to show it off to the camera.

One needs a sense of humour! I ordered a book for Joe, and the man delivering it chucked it on the chair. Fair enough! Either he wanted to save time or he thought this was to keep humans out. That was the day before.

I thought we had to laugh over this. So much is going wrong in the world I have to remember there are good people in the world. 

The Kee to Bala was the great band venue one attended on Saturday nights in Muskoka. For many, many years at the cottage, there was a privacy sign across the busy highway. It said KEE POUT! 

My poor UPS man. I was down at trailcams, but Joe greeted him. He said he read the sign, figured out he was neither a groundhog or a Fred, and climbed over. 

And, in good news, I was trolling around on the lawn tractor, and that disturbed #75 squirrel. He's still there! He whipped out of the box and up the tree, leapt to another tree, most disturbed. 

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