Emma pulls a wee one.
We saw it dart across the field as we came down the hedgerow and though Beth and I both got a pretty good look at it, it sure didn't look like a groundhog! Maybe a giant weasle? A mink?
When we got the spot in the hedge where the critter had entered, the dogs marked and eventually Emma pulled out a very small groundhog -- maybe 2 pounds and lean. What was such a small groundhog doing out, and when was it born? I suppose such things will remain a mystery, but it is without a doubt the first of the season. Perhaps the life-choice for this very small groundhog was an easy one -- eat or perish.
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