<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752</id><updated>2011-08-06T18:03:01.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Groundhog Blog...</title><subtitle type='html'>... and other visitors too.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752.post-3506545316934242898</id><published>2011-07-31T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T18:03:01.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2011</title><content type='html'>It has been a very busy summer here with the newest generation of groundhogs. This year we have 2 mamas and 5 babies... we think 3 belong to one mama and 2 belong to the other. But we're not sure, because all 5 babies certainly did stick together (not so much now as they are getting older). The same cannot be said for the 2 adults. Serious turf wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We captured lots of great pictures. We named one of the little guys Braveheart because he was incredibly daring and social. He would come right up to us looking for a treat. He even took carrots from our hands. The others were more timid, but got accustomed to us after a while. They are so adorable and fun! Yes, even though they dig lots of holes in our yard and chew on our porch. How could anyone get mad at these sweet faces??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635625003816820082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t3iRqQULweg/TjXDFQfPnXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/L0ciIgPBwT4/s400/under%2Bhosta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635623614676256146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MCtNCErWQEU/TjXB0ZiUxZI/AAAAAAAAANw/TNaNIx5CpKc/s400/making%2Ba%2Bmess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635623609793362722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xj8JXQLfcNQ/TjXB0HWJuyI/AAAAAAAAANY/UlKIORugQxU/s400/little%2Bsibs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635624483916283634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gFIsXXsgvN4/TjXCm_tS_vI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nz37KEIUwKA/s400/back%2Bto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986677712537079752-3506545316934242898?l=mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3506545316934242898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/3506545316934242898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/3506545316934242898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-2011.html' title='Summer 2011'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t3iRqQULweg/TjXDFQfPnXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/L0ciIgPBwT4/s72-c/under%2Bhosta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752.post-138621949590232869</id><published>2010-05-17T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:33:49.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little orphan</title><content type='html'>My husband and I had quite an adventure involving a baby groundhog yesterday. As we were driving through our neighborhood, we had to stop to allow a little critter to cross the street safely. We looked closely and discovered it was a tiny baby groundhog, just struggling to cross the road into a neighbor's yard. We knew this wasn't normal. Our families of groundhogs have lived in our yard ever since we moved in 5 years ago. We know that the mama never allows her babies to wander away. Never. In fact, she nurtures them pretty much all through the summer until they are grown and can fully live on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We knew this little baby had lost its mom. :( We went home to get a box and drove back to the neighbor's yard, where the little guy was still sitting. A man who lives in the house came out and said that the baby had been around for the past 2-3 days. So my husband and I placed him in the box and took him to our house. We placed clover, some carrot pieces and grass inside the box, as well as some cloths. We wondered if our mama groundhog would take care of the little orphan (by this time we had already named him "Lucky" - because we were lucky to have found him before a car or predator got him). However, information that we found online said that a mother groundhog would not welcome an outsider. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As my husband continued to research the web for information, he suggested that I call The Center for Wildlife in Cape Neddick - approximately 40 miles away. At least they might be able to give me some advice. Well, they gave more than advice. They asked if we would be willing to drive him to the center where one of their staff members would be delighted to take him in. (They told me that groundhogs were her favorite!) We of course agreed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way to the center, Lucky clawed his way to the top edge of the box and almost escaped. So we placed a cover over the top, tucked the box in the backseat of the car and I crawled in and sat next to him as my husband drove. When we arrived, the staff quickly took Lucky and the box to a back room where they had prepared a pen for him. They gave us an "admission ticket" with a number to reference should we want to call and check in on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did call today and spoke with the woman who is caring for him. She said that another baby groundhog was brought to the Center today, so now Lucky has a buddy - which is really important and good for both of them. She is feeding them a special formula and acting as a surrogate mother in a sense, because baby groundhogs bond with their mothers until they are weaned. She adores groundhogs and is taking extra special care of them. My husband and I are grateful to have such a wonderful place nearby. &lt;a href="http://www.yorkcenterforwildlife.org/"&gt;www.yorkcenterforwildlife.org&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Lucky and his buddy are old enough to be released, she will take them to a home that has acres of fields and woods. However, don't be surprised if you read another post in the near future welcoming Lucky to MY home. I just might have to go get him when he is ready! xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472416349362372834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/S_HtrPbIwOI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wKhp5LuM340/s400/P1140337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472415739755813762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/S_HtHwdm24I/AAAAAAAAAL0/J2VnXeWvAIE/s400/Groundhog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986677712537079752-138621949590232869?l=mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/138621949590232869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-little-orphan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/138621949590232869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/138621949590232869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-little-orphan.html' title='Our little orphan'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/S_HtrPbIwOI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wKhp5LuM340/s72-c/P1140337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752.post-4119284930642868025</id><published>2010-03-07T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:21:38.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first sighting of 2010</title><content type='html'>The groundhogs are up and at it after a long winter slumber! My husband heard a "whistle pig" yesterday and sure enough, one appeared from this hole in our front yard an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446066451079216738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/S5RQlS-_vmI/AAAAAAAAALs/EUPRbx2DOlo/s400/first+hole+2010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, all I have to show is the hole. My buddy would have no part of having his picture taken. I waited and waited... and waited... and well, he won. That's okay. We have all spring and summer to get reacquainted. :) There are still 2 weeks until the official start of the season, but as far as all of us here are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;concerned&lt;/span&gt;, spring has arrived!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986677712537079752-4119284930642868025?l=mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4119284930642868025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-sighting-of-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/4119284930642868025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/4119284930642868025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-sighting-of-2010.html' title='The first sighting of 2010'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/S5RQlS-_vmI/AAAAAAAAALs/EUPRbx2DOlo/s72-c/first+hole+2010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752.post-180468345313046148</id><published>2010-02-01T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T04:32:42.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Groundhog Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/S2d5QdJ3gwI/AAAAAAAAALk/GFPXVJlywCA/s1600-h/justchecking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433444799056675586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/S2d5QdJ3gwI/AAAAAAAAALk/GFPXVJlywCA/s400/justchecking.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I could not let this special day go by without wishing everyone a Happy Groundhog Day. Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow so I guess it will be at least six more weeks until I see my littles buddies pop up for the first sniff of Spring. I can't wait! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986677712537079752-180468345313046148?l=mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/180468345313046148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-groundhog-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/180468345313046148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/180468345313046148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-groundhog-day.html' title='Happy Groundhog Day!'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/S2d5QdJ3gwI/AAAAAAAAALk/GFPXVJlywCA/s72-c/justchecking.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752.post-2789115883608060841</id><published>2009-09-12T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:26:15.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If anyone needs a truly heartwarming, inspirational boost, visit Faith's website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://faiththedog.info/"&gt;http://faiththedog.info/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm adding this link to my blog. She is worth following.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986677712537079752-2789115883608060841?l=mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2789115883608060841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-anyone-needs-truly-heartwarming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/2789115883608060841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/2789115883608060841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-anyone-needs-truly-heartwarming.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752.post-6070738101394718640</id><published>2009-09-05T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:58:22.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddies</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last post. I thought today would be a good day to update my imaginary readers. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My groundhogs haven't been as visible this summer as in past summers. We have two this year who have stuck around, popping up from their holes to grab the peanuts and carrots we place nearby. However they aren't too keen on visiting. They prefer to take their treats back inside and all we can hear is crunching from underground. When the crunching stops, we wait a minute until the nose, ears and eyes appear level with the hole to scope out the scene. Pop up, grab, hunker down, crunch crunch crunch. This has been the entertainment for the most part. However... I did manage to get a couple of pictures of one the other day who enjoyed his peanuts alfresco:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378143340406967666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SqMA35wXDXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/yAYxgSpT-eg/s400/eatingpeanut.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378143744724376066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SqMBPb9JGgI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZVzws7IKSmY/s400/bitingpeanut.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new buddy this summer who love peanuts just as much - if not more - than the groundhogs. And this little guy is not shy at all. Meet Buddy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 367px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378144824158722258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SqMCORKWGNI/AAAAAAAAALE/mfg2ol3CWi4/s400/chipmunkhands.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is our resident chipmunk who has taken a liking to the groundhogs' territory. He is adorable and amazing to watch, scurrying around stuffing peanuts in his cheeks. I never completely understood the term "chipmunk cheeks" until I saw it for myself. He can wad 4-5 peanuts in his cheeks. He hit pay dirt one day when my husband was outside picking blueberries, ready with a container full of peanuts should a groundhog appear. Well, the chipmunk found it... in fact, the above photo was taken as he eyed the container... and he had a plan for each and every nut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378146937165698594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SqMEJQud1iI/AAAAAAAAALM/l_obB68FBNE/s400/chipmunk+in+peanuts.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One cheek full, one more to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378147696239051842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SqME1cfqBEI/AAAAAAAAALU/eHGAF174VJg/s400/chipmunk+cheeks.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today my husband actually watched a neighborhood cat dash out of nowhere and scoop Buddy into his jaws and run off. We were sick about it. But you will never believe it: Buddy reappeared about an hour afterwards! I was never so happy to see this little guy as I was today. :) Now we know to be vigilant about keeping cats out of our yard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cats like birds too. Good thing they are no match for turkeys, because we have a bunch who parade around the neighborhood and make our front lawn a regular stop. Yes, they know they can count on getting bread from us. They are quite the crew, very protective of one another. I enjoy feeding them even though i suppose I shouldn't. But who could resist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378151808981635458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SqMIk1p5kYI/AAAAAAAAALc/7vuWI-J2D50/s400/turkeys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986677712537079752-6070738101394718640?l=mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6070738101394718640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/buddies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/6070738101394718640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/6070738101394718640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/buddies.html' title='Buddies'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SqMA35wXDXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/yAYxgSpT-eg/s72-c/eatingpeanut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752.post-6351196645478088125</id><published>2009-06-27T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:30:56.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby birds on the move</title><content type='html'>A few days ago my husband and I saw the baby robin flapping his wings and wobbling on the edge of the nest. We knew it wouldn't be long before he discovered he could fly and fortunately I was able to get a picture of him after he settled back down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352168322537411954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Ska4u3rw1XI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pHze1AqSPOU/s400/lastdayinnest.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nest was empty that same evening when we returned home from work. It was so much fun watching the entire process right from our front porch. I miss the activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we saw MORE bird babies - turkeys! Yep, 4 grown &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;turkeys&lt;/span&gt; and 10 babies at least. We cannot believe how much wildlife we see in this neighborhood. You would think we lived out in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352167224525441682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Ska3u9RTypI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wAO-4sJ_rT8/s400/20090225_08.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if we could just have more sunny days like today. Who knows what other visitors might appear! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986677712537079752-6351196645478088125?l=mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6351196645478088125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-birds-on-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/6351196645478088125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/6351196645478088125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-birds-on-move.html' title='Baby birds on the move'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Ska4u3rw1XI/AAAAAAAAAKc/pHze1AqSPOU/s72-c/lastdayinnest.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752.post-4382602956483440791</id><published>2009-06-27T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:09:54.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fox is in town</title><content type='html'>Yes that's right, a FOX.  I saw a red fox sniffing around not too far from the main groundhog entrance last week.  I was stunned, as I've never seen a fox that close.  My husband saw him again last night and chased him away.  I don't want him anywhere near my groundhogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama and the 5 babies have not been around since last week and I suspect she moved them to a safer location.  I don't know for sure - I've tried to find some information about groundhogs moving their young if they sense danger, but haven't found anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do have one groundhog that has stuck around and I'm going to make sure he is safe. I'm tossing food as near to his hole as possible. Sure, they are speedy little critters but outrunning a fox might be tough.  I miss the wee ones and hope they are okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986677712537079752-4382602956483440791?l=mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4382602956483440791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/fox-is-in-town.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/4382602956483440791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/4382602956483440791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/fox-is-in-town.html' title='A fox is in town'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752.post-6736824826169759992</id><published>2009-06-17T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:32:03.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a precious new addition...</title><content type='html'>... no, not a groundhog but a baby robin has hatched! :) We were fortunate enough to be able to sneak a few photos, as mama and papa are fiercely protective. It is fascinating to watch this robin family. Nature is truly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Papa robin guards the nest while mom is away in search of food...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SjmV2Apwh5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/8KI3YPQuQyk/s1600-h/papawatchin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348470787599796114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SjmV2Apwh5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/8KI3YPQuQyk/s400/papawatchin.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;... then she returns and takes over which is good because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348469084673686354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SjmUS4wiO1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/mXhp-0ozFvo/s400/momsback.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;somebody is HUNGRY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348469089890056306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SjmUTMMNuHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XBgmSQ-KV80/s400/feedme.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once his belly is full, he takes a nap and mama goes out again for a bit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348469098737094226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SjmUTtJgzlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pHIk-b_Bk84/s400/neepin.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986677712537079752-6736824826169759992?l=mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6736824826169759992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-have-precious-new-addition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/6736824826169759992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/6736824826169759992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-have-precious-new-addition.html' title='We have a precious new addition...'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SjmV2Apwh5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/8KI3YPQuQyk/s72-c/papawatchin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752.post-4534347719566813552</id><published>2009-06-07T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:44:34.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a good mama</title><content type='html'>Our little buddies have finally decided that we are okay after all. They have come to trust us and look forward to the treats we bring to them. It is an incredible joy to sit and watch mama and her 5 babies (yes, there are 5!) eat and play... and learn how to become big groundhogs. This evening, they were eating with her and every now and then one would try to steal a peanut from her paw. But no sir, they had to get their own. They are so adorable and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama watches over the wee ones during dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344734042584973618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SixPS0s3ATI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CMqERmKxWc8/s400/mamateaching.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... then sneaks away when they get the hang of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344734519427445010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SixPulE9sRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uKwr7u26FC0/s400/gettinthehang.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kisses for mom.&lt;/em&gt;  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344735022584082674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SixQL3e2sPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/F9NDY1abruI/s400/babylovesmama.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986677712537079752-4534347719566813552?l=mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4534347719566813552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/such-good-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/4534347719566813552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/4534347719566813552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/such-good-mama.html' title='Such a good mama'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SixPS0s3ATI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CMqERmKxWc8/s72-c/mamateaching.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752.post-7864489018173782353</id><published>2009-06-03T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:30:41.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first outing</title><content type='html'>I came home from work this evening to find our groundhog babies playing and eating in the backyard near one of the entrances to their underground home. I can't say for sure whether or not it was their first real outing, but this is the first opportunity that I've had to spend some time with them completely above ground. Up to this point my husband and I have only seen them peering from their holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343261122564517682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SicTrmCc7zI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KC5HuzIycDA/s400/2+in+hole.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this evening they were up and about, exploring their new surroundings and enjoying carrots. Baby carrots, of course! Mama was keeping watch the whole time and didn't seem to mind me sitting on the ground nearby. I just love watching their playful antics... next time I'm going to try to capture them on video. Awww just look at 'em!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343261565177222402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SicUFW5i1QI/AAAAAAAAAIA/YpbvYtWhAEk/s400/baby+carrot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343261897436114034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SicUYsqPLHI/AAAAAAAAAII/ekiSRI-xw3g/s400/lookin+at+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343262648542129586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SicVEav3bbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ODq6p-9gnFI/s400/twinseating.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343262367120861458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SicU0CXzqRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/X3LIahS9H8Q/s400/twins.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986677712537079752-7864489018173782353?l=mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7864489018173782353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/7864489018173782353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/7864489018173782353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-outing.html' title='The first outing'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SicTrmCc7zI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KC5HuzIycDA/s72-c/2+in+hole.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752.post-4386902535190376557</id><published>2009-05-31T17:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:55:38.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BABIES!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew it... I just knew we would see more groundhog babies this year! Unlike last summer, this year's babies did not emerge until they were a bit bigger. Their mama must have kept them under wraps longer than last year's mama groundhog. In fact, this mama is far more shy and protective than the one last year. It has been quite a coup to get any pictures at all! But I managed to sneak a couple pics as they curiously investigated their surroundings under the rhododendron in front of our porch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342147575810822050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SiMe6pHrD6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/FHA0SFXrJw8/s400/babylooking.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was poking up through the hole looking for his sibling under the rhododendron... as you see he came out soon afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342148345593963858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SiMfncyRpVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Fb7n9u2caS8/s400/babypeeking0509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is A LOT going on around this rhododendron because a mother robin chose this as a great place to build a nest! My husband and I have a perfect view from our front window. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The beginning of construction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342150383477492498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SiMheEfkixI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AJv8Nxg5ve0/s400/nest1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All moved in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342151172438606130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SiMiL_mjwTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cTN4_maiHU8/s400/mamabird.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mother sits on her eggs and the father robin is always close by. He watches the nest when mom goes to get a bite to eat. He even chased a squirrel up a tree (no joke) when one came too close to the area. It is absolutely fascinating to watch. I managed to get a photo of the eggs this morning when mom went away. I won't do it again. Both mom and dad were incredibly anxious and protective and distraught. I still feel bad for invading their precious territory. But I did quickly snap this photo of 3 beautiful, blue robin eggs: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342151646999162322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SiMinnenLdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2Q0monTnbDM/s400/eggs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a treat to be able to watch all of this from our own front porch. We are amazed at the brilliance of nature, not to mention endlessly entertained! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I have to share photos of my husband's special buddy, Nessie (nicknamed after the Loch Ness Monster). Nessie appeared from a pile of rubble/compost that my husband keeps and stirs around in our backyard. Okay... heeeeeeeeere's Nessie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342153559874451458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SiMkW9fnuAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/z1_Gv7U_5xg/s400/Nessie+on+the+move!.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342153929263648210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SiMksdk3jdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Hx3vAnsZiss/s400/Nessie+is+a+baby+too!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342154411007069522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SiMlIgNczVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Bs-tGq1AP1k/s400/Nessie+in+action..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, normally I would freak out at the sight of a snake. But this guy is more afraid of us and he is truly harmless. I have to admit, he &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; kind of cute in a slithery-don't come-too-close-to-me sort of way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gotta love all creatures great and small. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986677712537079752-4386902535190376557?l=mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4386902535190376557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/4386902535190376557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/4386902535190376557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/babies.html' title='BABIES!!'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SiMe6pHrD6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/FHA0SFXrJw8/s72-c/babylooking.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752.post-6893632343735253505</id><published>2009-05-21T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:26:18.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't had much success capturing pictures of my little guys this spring. They come out to eat and as soon as I show up, they dart back into their holes and wait it out. They win every time, despite my patience. I still believe they will get used to me but they are still trying to figure out who and what is safe. But our Mama groundhog knows and I finally had a chance to visit with her yesterday! She sat nearby eating peanuts and carrots and didn't mind the flash of the camera. I also learned that groundhogs like rabbit food and water too - thanks to HogHaven! It is an absolute perfect 10 today... it feels and smells like summer. A great day for a picnic with Mama. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338313403926771298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/ShV_wdzC9mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eYJYVcGmoZo/s400/nibble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338313765033896514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/ShWAFfBsakI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YjWrWvn0hxw/s400/close.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986677712537079752-6893632343735253505?l=mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6893632343735253505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/mamas-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/6893632343735253505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/6893632343735253505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/mamas-back.html' title='Mama&apos;s back!'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/ShV_wdzC9mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eYJYVcGmoZo/s72-c/nibble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752.post-8417341989107377323</id><published>2009-04-27T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:19:59.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The neighbors must think I'm nuts</title><content type='html'>We are enjoying a real, honest-to-goodness Spring this year in the Northeast. Perfect weather for groundhog outings... and we have witnessed quite a few humorous and adorable antics! Alas, our little buddies are playing hard to get. I had to work extra hard to get a picture of them this weekend, despite my clever efforts. Today, I swear I went outside FIVE TIMES trying to snap a photo. I tiptoed toward the hole, tossing peanuts and carrots in front of me to prove to the little fuzz-face that I can be trusted. He would look at me, braced and guarded, then dive into his hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the fifth trip outside, I plunked myself down on the grass and waited. And waited. (Oh and I should mention that my next door neighboor can see all of this.) And waited until....... he popped back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SfZNulvXfiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bLS44SuQEgA/s1600-h/where+are+you.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329532671839665698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SfZNulvXfiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bLS44SuQEgA/s400/where+are+you.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remained still and quiet long enough to watch him come all the way out of the hole and turn around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SfZOur9cmOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FCYEFa-J0ks/s1600-h/guarded.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329533773020960994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SfZOur9cmOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FCYEFa-J0ks/s400/guarded.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then as soon as he caught a glimpse of me the show was over and he dove underground. I waited again but he had caught on. So I called it good with two new pictures to add to my album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Of course as soon as I was inside the house again, he came out to feast on peanuts and carrots for dinner. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better luck next weekend. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986677712537079752-8417341989107377323?l=mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8417341989107377323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/neighbors-must-think-im-nuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/8417341989107377323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/8417341989107377323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/neighbors-must-think-im-nuts.html' title='The neighbors must think I&apos;m nuts'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SfZNulvXfiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/bLS44SuQEgA/s72-c/where+are+you.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752.post-3439755568567120071</id><published>2009-04-19T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:40:09.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillin' with mama and papa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was another glorious sunny day, and two of my groundhogs didn't mind me snapping some photos while one enjoyed peanuts and the other munched on carrots. In looking at both of these pictures, it sure looks like one might be waiting for a few babies to arrive! What do you think... mama and papa here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326561397210899810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Seu_XpMQZWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zHcTMg2lQBw/s400/mama+maybe.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Getting kind of hard to bend over to eat the carrot with that belly in the way!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326561897400774306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Seu_0wi0LqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/w4WfN4qtb8U/s400/eating+for+....JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But doing a pretty good job just the same.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No belly on this one over here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326563153433026258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SevA93oPXtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QIVyif80S1s/s400/dad+maybe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... perhaps he's papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326565876208729602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SevDcWwjfgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/B34I_-l4viE/s400/dad+with+peanut.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986677712537079752-3439755568567120071?l=mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3439755568567120071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/chillin-with-mama-and-papa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/3439755568567120071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/3439755568567120071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/chillin-with-mama-and-papa.html' title='Chillin&apos; with mama and papa?'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Seu_XpMQZWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zHcTMg2lQBw/s72-c/mama+maybe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752.post-5974805028573220568</id><published>2009-04-19T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:38:40.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I smell peanuts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are enjoying some beautiful weather this weekend, and with that comes lots of activity in the neighborhood. Our little buddies are still trying to figure us out, but they're getting used to the fact that we aren't going away AND best of all, we bring lots of goodies like peanuts. Ooooh they can't resist peanuts. (They have exquisite taste.) My husband threw a few peanuts toward their hole (with camera in hand, of course) and while they didn't quite dare to come too far out, they put up with him long enough to grab a snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326424515292230578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SetC4ETs87I/AAAAAAAAAFg/4YrUq_CxaN4/s400/I+smell+a+peanut.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Mmmmm do I smell a peanut?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326424142822120466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SetCiYv6HBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/zLEhTgX2NRk/s400/Thanks+for+the+treat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooooh yes I do!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326424799072083906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SetDIleF38I/AAAAAAAAAFo/lPSgPzLWBDo/s400/Aren%27t+I+adorable.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm ready for more...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986677712537079752-5974805028573220568?l=mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5974805028573220568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-i-smell-peanuts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/5974805028573220568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/5974805028573220568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-i-smell-peanuts.html' title='Do I smell peanuts?'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SetC4ETs87I/AAAAAAAAAFg/4YrUq_CxaN4/s72-c/I+smell+a+peanut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752.post-7585342636955095587</id><published>2009-04-11T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:18:34.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw c'mon...  stop hiding</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my husband was doing some spring cleaning around the yard. He was making great progress picking up branches, twigs and raking when guess who decided to make an appearance? Time to get the camera. Of course our little buddy wasn't too pleased with the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SeCxJD4FfwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GE9pbJRqjUI/s1600-h/don%27t+even+think+about+it.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323449528769412866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SeCxJD4FfwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GE9pbJRqjUI/s400/don%27t+even+think+about+it.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't even think about it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was simply interested in nibbling on those peanuts under the bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323450762036516226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SeCyQ2J4FYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TDJMS9cc22A/s400/peanut2+under+bush.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she decided the branches looked good. She started gnawing away and finally stopped long enough to SMILE for the camera. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323451591685107298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SeCzBI1g7mI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7N1Gu2hJOXI/s400/toofins.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay okay now get that camera outta here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986677712537079752-7585342636955095587?l=mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7585342636955095587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/aw-cmon-stop-hiding.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/7585342636955095587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/7585342636955095587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/aw-cmon-stop-hiding.html' title='Aw c&apos;mon...  stop hiding'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SeCxJD4FfwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GE9pbJRqjUI/s72-c/don%27t+even+think+about+it.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752.post-5487389375194503511</id><published>2009-04-05T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:29:00.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Building trust</title><content type='html'>Our little groundhogs have been lying low these last couple of weeks. However, today the temperature neared 60 degrees - warm, sunny and too nice to stay holed up! A couple of the babes ventured out to eat and my husband tiptoed outside to sneak a few photos. Well not so fast buster. They really don't know that they can trust us yet. They peered just above their burrow entrances trying to figure out what we're all about, as you can see from the few photos my hubby managed to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SdlValaMhLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GpfhZ9BoPwY/s1600-h/notsure.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321378349921895602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SdlValaMhLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GpfhZ9BoPwY/s400/notsure.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm... who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SdlVyCgDG0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/KbYhC-3ubgg/s1600-h/holecloseup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321378752868064066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SdlVyCgDG0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/KbYhC-3ubgg/s400/holecloseup.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay this is as far as I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course we had a bag of peanuts and carrots on hand, so we tossed some treats near the holes while chatting with them. They will eventually learn that our voices mean goodies on the way - and while they always remain cautious, they will become comfortable sitting nearby feasting as we watch in awe. But at this point we need to build that trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SdlZsKpsUsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Ve1nk00zsuE/s1600-h/want+that+carrot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321383050023293634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SdlZsKpsUsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Ve1nk00zsuE/s400/want+that+carrot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooooh yummy. Maybe you weirdos aren't so bad after all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986677712537079752-5487389375194503511?l=mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5487389375194503511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/building-trust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/5487389375194503511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/5487389375194503511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/building-trust.html' title='Building trust'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/SdlValaMhLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GpfhZ9BoPwY/s72-c/notsure.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752.post-6472994907043201949</id><published>2009-03-28T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:26:37.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed photo op</title><content type='html'>I was so excited to see my little groundhog outside today!  He made his way over to the neighbor's bird feeder and planted himself underneath, having quite the feast of seeds that had fallen to the ground.  It was a fairly warm day today, so my husband charged the camera batteries in anticipation of more sightings and photo opportunties.  To no avail.  He had his fill and spent the rest of the day in his burrow.  Tomorrow I will go to the store to stock up on peanuts and carrots.  Maybe he is actually a she, eating for 2 (or 3 to 6) oh I can only hope!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go - time to shut off the lights for an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986677712537079752-6472994907043201949?l=mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6472994907043201949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/missed-photo-op.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/6472994907043201949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/6472994907043201949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/missed-photo-op.html' title='Missed photo op'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752.post-8949928963344767292</id><published>2009-03-26T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:42:16.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new entrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little guys are busy remodeling the underground compound. My husband discovered a new entrance in the front yard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317659544675770818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/ScwfLoTdYcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tgFWsGutuXk/s400/New+hole.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dirt was flying up like a mini-volcano.  We cannot get over how industrious and entertaining groundhogs are!  I started this blog as a way to hopefully connect with other groundhog-lovers, but I'm not finding many.  I know there must be other fans out there!  No matter, I'm having fun.  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986677712537079752-8949928963344767292?l=mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8949928963344767292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-entrance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/8949928963344767292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/8949928963344767292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-entrance.html' title='A new entrance'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/ScwfLoTdYcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tgFWsGutuXk/s72-c/New+hole.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752.post-1855958207285659089</id><published>2009-03-20T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:58:49.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy First Day of Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/ScQ6jZ05euI/AAAAAAAAADY/cQYiPrQwCMM/s1600-h/chompin+carrot.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315430949662965570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/ScQ0SU7HP0I/AAAAAAAAACg/gqxn16ai-Os/s400/peekaboo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Spring is officially here, but not a groundhog in sight. I suspect the warm spell we had a couple of weeks ago stirred them out of their long slumber, but when they popped out of their holes and discovered so much snow...well, might as well go back to bed. I have my camera ready for more photos when they decide to make an appearance (even though they do not appreciate the paparazzi!) and I will post new pics. Meanwhile enjoy some shots from last summer's photo shoot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/ScQ56NY95nI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RLtEbL_k2OA/s1600-h/cracking+peanut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315437132393604722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/ScQ56NY95nI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RLtEbL_k2OA/s400/cracking+peanut.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/ScQ7Fcdd3FI/AAAAAAAAADg/xyVh0lfy9Ww/s1600-h/biting+carrot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315438424929197138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/ScQ7Fcdd3FI/AAAAAAAAADg/xyVh0lfy9Ww/s400/biting+carrot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/ScQ7fvfBqCI/AAAAAAAAADo/JoqcnzZgkfI/s1600-h/comin+out.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315438876712609826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/ScQ7fvfBqCI/AAAAAAAAADo/JoqcnzZgkfI/s400/comin+out.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986677712537079752-1855958207285659089?l=mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1855958207285659089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-first-day-of-spring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/1855958207285659089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/1855958207285659089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-first-day-of-spring.html' title='Happy First Day of Spring!'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/ScQ0SU7HP0I/AAAAAAAAACg/gqxn16ai-Os/s72-c/peekaboo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986677712537079752.post-6015778944775903557</id><published>2009-03-12T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:57:38.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, spring really is near!</title><content type='html'>You may not know it yet, but Spring has arrive&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sb2RNFEXvfI/AAAAAAAAACI/wO_nw-gQXW4/s1600-h/Snow+Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d. Maybe not according to the calendar. But according to my very reliable source, it is Spring. Time to wake up and get busy prepping for another season of eating and digging and eating and peeping and eating... and eating some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313566261902193122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sb2UXNsuMeI/AAAAAAAAACY/NfgtVdk1yaM/s400/Snow+Baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I bought our first house 3 years ago in an established neighborhood. I'm not talking about the houses that surround us, but rather, the established underground neighborhood above which &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrr5zTfPYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ij-g1P2GuMU/s1600-h/Snow+Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved into the house in April and quickly discovered that we didn't own the plot of land that came with it. No sir. This plot of land belongs to the groundhogs and they are not handing it over. In fact, they don't much care to share it. The first year, having no experience with groundhogs, we attempted to fill in holes throughout the yard only to discover a bigger hole with a larger mound of dirt in its place the next day. (How dare we block their entrances and exits!?!) Lesson learned. Soon afterwards, we planted our very first flower garden which included my husband's favorite - sunflowers. Well, we quickly learned that they are a favorite among groundhogs too. Now we stick to marigolds and dahlias and simply buy peanuts and carrots to keep them well-fed and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbr2CCiUBWI/AAAAAAAAABo/waYmZTWdRUU/s1600-h/P7220028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312829225337881954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbr2CCiUBWI/AAAAAAAAABo/waYmZTWdRUU/s400/P7220028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you think we're complaining, you're wrong. We absolutely adore our groundhogs and allow them rule the roost. Our yard looks like a minefield in the summer and we continue to learn what we can and cannot do on their property. Last summer, we welcomed a family of 6 babies which provided non-stop entertainment and enjoyment! (These are 2 siblings enjoying peanuts last year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope more are on the way this year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quick facts:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/mammals/groundhog.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/mammals/groundhog.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2986677712537079752-6015778944775903557?l=mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6015778944775903557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/ah-spring-really-is-near.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/6015778944775903557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2986677712537079752/posts/default/6015778944775903557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroundhogblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/ah-spring-really-is-near.html' title='Ah, spring really is near!'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04848830724936583655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sbrqm0P2W_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/yzisaTBo1UY/S220/P7220032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r4x0JxNdGE4/Sb2UXNsuMeI/AAAAAAAAACY/NfgtVdk1yaM/s72-c/Snow+Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
