Bob has come out of his burrow, but only for a brief look at our weather. I had left a corn cob in front of his burrow entrance about a week ago, just in the event that Bob might come out and I would miss him. When I noticed the cob had been moved, it was time to check on Bobster. I stuck my hand down the burrow to see if Bob had left his door open. He had and when I reached inside, I found one nice toastie woodchuck. He took my fingers in his mouth and nibbled on them, as if to say, "Hi mommie."
The door, is really bedding that the woodchuck pushes up to block his burrow entrance and keep him warm and free from the drafts as he is in hibernation. I checked on Bob again today and his door was closed. Perhaps it still is not Groundhog Day.
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