That was a hasty retreat! Hello Erik Junior.

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We were on our way out to pick chokecherries, when a wee black mass maybe twice as big as Max scurried away right in front of us and rapidly climbed the first pine it came to. We did not know where mama was – and could only imagine she would be … um … concerned … We’ll wait a while before heading back out methinks. (the pics are from near the very same spot 2 years ago)

Just yesterday: “…we can’t be the only ones smelling the corn”

Clearly not! It’s going to be an exciting fall – whoot whoot.

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