It's official..

I need therapy.
Or a hobby.
Or winter to get here so Pig hibernates.


Yesterday morning I wandered outside with a camera, a scale and the crow/Pig scraps.
I stood on the giant rock in the yard, well out of Pig's reach, and placed the scale where I thought she would stand.
Pig spotted the bowl and stepped right onto the scale.
(The crows also spotted the bowl and were screaming obscenities from the treetops.)

That went a little easier than I expected!

11 pounds, 2 ounces..roughly.
Average groundhog weight is between 7 and 11 pounds, so sayeth The Google.

She started reaching for my toes...

So I tossed her a leftover tortilla.

My kinda gal...snarfing down carbs while standing on a scale.

"WHAT!?  11 pounds?!"

"I hate dieting."

I got.
A groundhog.
On a scale.
Shouldn't there be some kind of award or prize for this?


This led to me violently cleaning my scale (no offense, Pig, but you are a Wild Thing).
Michael wandered in and asked what I was doing.
"Cleaning the scale..Pig was on it."

He eyeballed me and left the room, muttering something about "crazy"....
If Pig doesn't hibernate soon, God knows what will be next.

Of course...

as soon as I say we haven't seen her....

Pig comes stomping up the hill looking for food.

We have a routine.
Pig comes to the house..peers up the steps at the screen door..snorting and sniffing.
Dogs bark like maniacs.
I chase Pig with flapping arms and yelling.
Pig runs like hell to her den.
Repeat until I take the fruit and veg leftovers to the designated spot.

I used to worry about Pig and the deer eating "people food"..anything processed..that I was feeding the crows.
FYI, crows love pasta.
I stopped worrying about it.  We eat whole grain/organics/blahblah.  They eat better than most American families!

"Caaaaaarbs...I love carbs!"

"I love your organic 12 grain bread!"

"I'm not eating organic strawberries...I WANT CARBS!"

Pig feet. Terrifying, yet cute.