I was up behind the cow barn last night watching a Palm Warbler delving among the branches of a box elder tree. I like Palm Warblers. They are such a warm, rich, yellow and cinnamon color.
Suddenly very close to me a screech rang out. It sounded as if someone had moved a sheet of roofing tin, and it protested loudly at being moved.
I jumped and looked over at the tangle of hedgerow there.
Nothing.
I went back to the warbler.
It happened again. And again. And again.
Yet there was nothing there. I made a short video of the sound.
I must have stood there, listening to that strange and very loud sound for ten minutes, peering into the hedgerow trying to find the whistler.
Then I saw him, almost at my feet.
Egad, what an ugly face!
I did not know that Woodchucks whistled.
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| Another visitor, quite unwelcome. Liz says it tumbled down the hill and was staggering around |
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| Although it still looks superficially fairly healthy, I am glad most of the domestic animals are vaccinated against rabies |
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