I am risking a pile of irate comments about the evils of woodchucks here. They steal from hard worked gardens, they cause livestock in pastures to break legs. They probably do other bad things, too. But I love them. They are cute. We were driving back from Glover when Eagle-eyed John spied this woodchuck in a Barton River meadow. It was just a size of a leaf to me, but John knew what it was. We stopped and made a bit of noise, John whistled a woodchuck whistle a couple of times, and I got the shots. The critter was still too far away for good shots, but we got his attention.