Winslow!

I haven't seen a woodchuck in the yard for years, but this one seemed to be enjoying the abundance of white clover in the yard right now.  If I had a veggie garden, I wouldn't be so happy to see him.  When I was really young, a mother chuck was killed in the road and there was one baby, so we rescued it and fed it with a baby bottle until it was old enough to release.  (He did return from time to time for a bowl of chopped vegetables at the back door.) I named him Winslow, and he followed me around.  He would stand up on his hind legs and whistle when he didn't see me.  Chucks are sometimes called "whistling pigs".  Which reminds me of my grandpa who loved "tongue twisters".  His favorite was, "How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?" (Say it really fast.)  I hope this whistling pig returns. A really hot day today and tomorrow so the air conditioners are already humming away.