Just got back from releasing the groundhog I trapped at our aging and unoccupied chicken coup into the wilds of the Potomac River woodlands. Elly is thrilled, I’m thrilled, the garden is safe again (unless there are more groundhogs (woodchucks?) living under the coup.
Hard to see it, but it’s in there.
This afternoon I have to rebait the trap with cantaloupe and give it another shot.
Score do far is me 1, critters 0.
