Since groundhogs are in the same family as squirrels, I interviewed a local yesterday to get it's opinion on how long before spring arrives. (I used 'it', because felt it would be impolite to ask or, um, stare....)
First off, he told me his name was Rocky.
I replied, 'Balboa?'
He said no, that it's actually Rocket J. Squirrel, Rocky for short.
I replied, 'Oh.'
He rambled on about being what Crowley calls Dean in the television series 'Supernatural', 'Moose' (Bullwinkle) being Sam Winchester, 'Squirrel' (Rocky) being Dean, and continued on and on.
I, being the polite sort, smiled and nodded.
He (I am assuming by the name it's a he?) finally got back on topic.
All he said concerning the weather is that Punxsutawney Phil and all the other woodchucks are overrated dullards that wouldn't know their arse from their hole in the ground....yes, another ramble that finally ended in he relies on the 'The Old Farmer's Almanac', stating it is much more accurate than those idiotic 'meteorillogical' humans (with a 'present company excluded', added), plus the pages make very good insulation for his leafy nest, once again a prolonged chattering about how humans are the scourge of the planet, along with interspersed personal apologies that he did not include me in any of it.
He eventually thanked me for keeping the feeder filled and that he did not mind sharing with the birds.
I was finally able to end conversation by handing him a cookie, which he immediately went off to bury, looking back over his shoulder to see if I was watching.
No, Rocky, I have no intention of digging up the cookie later.
So, there you have it. Unpredictable weather rodents.
First off, he told me his name was Rocky.
I replied, 'Balboa?'
He said no, that it's actually Rocket J. Squirrel, Rocky for short.
I replied, 'Oh.'
He rambled on about being what Crowley calls Dean in the television series 'Supernatural', 'Moose' (Bullwinkle) being Sam Winchester, 'Squirrel' (Rocky) being Dean, and continued on and on.
I, being the polite sort, smiled and nodded.
He (I am assuming by the name it's a he?) finally got back on topic.
All he said concerning the weather is that Punxsutawney Phil and all the other woodchucks are overrated dullards that wouldn't know their arse from their hole in the ground....yes, another ramble that finally ended in he relies on the 'The Old Farmer's Almanac', stating it is much more accurate than those idiotic 'meteorillogical' humans (with a 'present company excluded', added), plus the pages make very good insulation for his leafy nest, once again a prolonged chattering about how humans are the scourge of the planet, along with interspersed personal apologies that he did not include me in any of it.
He eventually thanked me for keeping the feeder filled and that he did not mind sharing with the birds.
I was finally able to end conversation by handing him a cookie, which he immediately went off to bury, looking back over his shoulder to see if I was watching.
No, Rocky, I have no intention of digging up the cookie later.
So, there you have it. Unpredictable weather rodents.