So Jen came into my office this morning to let me know that Chuck was back at the chicken feeder…again.

This has been a daily occurrence. And each afternoon one of us has to go outside, clap our hands, and tell Chuck it’s time to leave the buffet. Sometimes this happens multiple times per day.

This morning, when I strode outside to get rid of him, I happened to flip on the video camera for the proceedings…

And good Lord, would you look at the size of that freak?

If he doesn’t lay off the chicken chow we’re gonna end up having to take him to a veterinary hospital.

That or he’ll be the first woodchuck in history to contract diabetes…

Seriously…he looked more like a furry caterpillar undulating across our yard and into the tall grass.

Now, despite all these jibes, I’m clearly a little worried about Ol’ Chuck. He’s gotta get back to a normal woodchuck diet of clover and dandelions and leave that grain-based feed to the chickens or he’s not gonna make it.

I’m pretty sure the predators around here are purposefully letting him get fattened up. Because at this rate one serving of Chuck would be enough to get a family of foxes through an entire NEK winter.

And they’ll have zero difficulty in catching him. It’s not like it’s a well-kept secret where his round ass is gonna be every morning. And at this point he’s so obese he couldn’t outrun a box turtle on purple drank.

Okay folks. That’s it for this week since I’m taking the day off of both work and blogging so Jen and I can drive our daughter to the ocean tomorrow.

See you next week and, um, wish us luck.

j.s.