When I’d arrived in Quebec ‘for real’ (not to visit), it was early May 2004. The first morning, I was standing, looking out over the backyard through the patio door. My eye caught something moving around, slowly, out on the lawn. I couldn’t make out what it was, so I called out to Gerry … ‘please!!! come and have a look … there’s a little animal out on the grass!‘ He just glanced at it and told me it was a groundhog.
At that point, the word ‘groundhog’ didn’t mean anything to me. We don’t have them in Europe. Strangely enough, had he said ‘marmot’ I would have known, but that’s another story that I might write up some day.
I thought it was the most adoreable animal, and we named it Arne, after my uncle. It turned out it lived in the far corner of the backyard. Didn’t take long before we realized Arne was indeed Arnella, because three little ones showed up. Three bungling furballs!
I fed them peanuts most every night … most often they came out in the late afternoon. So much fun to see how quickly the little ones caught on how to peel peanuts.
This photo was shot here in Rockwood Park. I even caught a dandelion in mid-air 🙂
This year, I don’t think too many groundhogs will see their shadow. We’re awaiting the big winter storm, that the weather-men and women refer to with terms like “epic”, “historic”, “monster storm”. It’s supposed to be here around noon.