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Recently, a loud group of kids saw a groundhog or two. They saw him and/or her go into the hole that's right next to the building I live in. They began to have a discussion about what they should do. One of them suggested trying to chase them.
The oldest girl in the group made me proud. She said, "How would you like to be chased?" It gave me hope for the future.
Then one of the other kids said, "I'd love it; I love to play tag." They're not "playing tag," kid. They''re terrified and running for their lives. One of them threw something, like a rock, down the hole. That was my cue.
"Leave them alone," I said out my bedroom window. They looked up at me. They seemed to be startled. They ran away. I did not yell. I did not have a mean tone in my voice. Regardless, they stopped terrifying defenseless animals.
I'm not the only person around here who loves groundhogs. I heard something, so I looked out the window. Two maintenance workers were driving around on a golf cart (They don't walk anywhere.). One of the guys was saying, "Look at them!" Then he said it again. He was referring to two baby groundhogs who were running for cover. To my eyes, he looked like a cool, possibly tough, young guy. But I heard his voice raise when he told his coworker to look at the groundhogs. I believe he was delighted by the sight of the baby groundhogs.
Then, when I went downtown, I saw groundhogs grazing there. They were doing it in an area where people were all over the place. There was a workplace on one side and plenty of downtown traffic on the other. They didn't have a lot of room to themselves. Not surprisingly, they didn't seem to be as afraid of people as the suburban groundhogs that I'm used to. Two guys looked at them and began speaking to each other in Spanish. I kept an eye on them, but it seemed like they were just looking. Groundhogs are a North American beastie. Not everyone is as fortunate as I am to see them every day: except for winter.
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