“Hurry around to the front,” my husband urged me. I was hoping he hadn’t hurt himself. My first aid skills are somewhat rusty.
I dropped my trowel and went to see what the problem was. When I spotted him, he was peering into the woods along the driveway. “What is it,” I asked?
Apparently he’d seen a grayish, humpbacked animal waddling across the gravel drive. By the time he got outside for a better look, the creature was already into the woods. We both gazed intensely into the heavily shaded section that buffered our lot. It was knee-deep in leaves from our recent raking.
We had no luck discerning any movement in the underbrush or stirring up the piles of leaves. I missed seeing it entirely.
When he described it, it didn’t sound like a possum with its distinctive rat-like face and snake-like tail. It was smaller than a bear cub, which would have been black. It didn’t walk like a raccoon and wasn’t a skunk.
Curious, he searched possible animals online. It wasn’t a fishercat which is more weasel like. Finally he found a likely candidate. It was a woodchuck, also called a marmot or groundhog. I wish I’d seen it. Maybe it will wander past again.