I moseyed across the street the other day to take a picture of the creek that is just behind my neighbor’s property. We have two rivers within a few hundred feet of the cottage – one is a large river that flows north (it really does!) and this creek is an offshoot of it.
If you traveled down the creek for a few hundred more feet, you would find the property owned by the guy who is trying to put in a glamping resort. You see how close it is to us. That whole thing is still being reviewed, and while I remain hopeful, I fear business – as it always seems to do here – will win out.
Seen under my car, then darting here and there before he/she ran off. As I said on Instagram, he seemed a bit spry for Henry, but I was watching through the living room window and I couldn’t get a good enough look to see if it was indeed our friend. When he took off, he ran to the shed, scooted along the outside wall – all things that Henry does – but then proceeded to walk past the opening to his den.
So the jury is still out. Nevertheless, I was so happy to see a critter here. This isn’t the easiest time for him as this dang cold has kept grass and weeds from growing, and that’s what he dines on. Groundhogs are vegetarians.
He does look a little gray around his muzzle. So maybe it is Henry. Every year he’s still with us is a blessing.
Don is headed home today and I’ll pick him up early this afternoon. Yay! It’s been two weeks since we’ve seen each other in the flesh.
Happy Monday.
