Hi there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what?
Clover is back! Clover is the groundhog/woodchuck/whistlepig who lives under the back porch. I don’t know if her name is really Clover or if Clover is a she, but Momma and #4 Hooman Sister call this groundhog Clover and identify them as she/her/hers.
Clover makes herself right at home.
Before Momma fixed my window seat, she took this picture of me. She calls it “Photograph me like one of your French girls”. I don’t know why.
After she fixed my window seat, I relaxed A LOT.
I’ve been sperimentin with snuggling Momma at night. She’s very warm, and she has a soft primordial pouch.
Chickie: Hoomans don’t have primordial pouches.
Momma does. Kind of. I think it’s sweet that she has a cuddle baby she carries around inside her all the time. I like to snuggle her on her back the best, so she evens out.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you snuggle your hooman when they sleep?
TA
acflory
March 11, 2023 at 6:34pmTipper! You really must learn how to speak of…ahem…and to, a lady! Pouches indeed. The French girls pose is fabulous though. I’m surprised Chickie isn’t miffed!
Dan Antion
March 11, 2023 at 12:54pmI think Tipper is getting close to regretting what he’s saying. In any case, I might call a ground hog a whistle pig, but I’m stopping short of pouches. Clover is adorable.
Marian Allen
March 11, 2023 at 1:30pmI shouldn’t encourage her, but sometimes I put out fruit or vegetable leavings and they magically vanish.
Dan Antion
March 11, 2023 at 2:16pmWe put stuff out for the possum, too.
bikerchick57
March 11, 2023 at 11:01am“Photograph me like one of your French girls.” LOL! I think I have a few French photos of my own, except they tend to be of the boys. They don’t want to be left out, mon ami.
There was a woodchuck where I used to work and that is how I learned their alternate name of whistle pig. I thought it very interesting and odd, although I guess they do make a whistling sound as a warning to their friends.
Marian Allen
March 11, 2023 at 1:29pmWe heard a couple of them under the porch, giving each other hell. I don’t speak whistle, but it sounded pretty unflattering.