Art had just left when Phil showed up but I did call him and he was very disappointed he wasn't home to shoot it. Now, before you get your knickers all in a bunch about 'killing innocent animals' and 'they were here first', they also create massive holes in our hay field. I would ask you to drive over one of these holes with a wagon loaded with 250 bales and see how you feel when they all start to tumble down.
Buddy attempted to make friends with him and, while you may think me a bad parent, I let him. Buddy needs to learn that not everyone wants to be his best friend. I did the same thing when he was incessanty trying to make friends Kittylicious; she hissed, growled and clawed his nose but now Buddy no longer torments her. I did keep a close eye on Buddy and Phil, especially as the groudhog got snarly, so I can't be accused of being completely neglectful.
I was able to get about ten feet away from Phil (hence the excellent picture quality) and, to be honest, I didn't appreciate his brazenness. I tried waving the broom at him in the hope that he would scamper off, but he just stood there glaring at me. I'm sure he's pissed that we cut down all the clover and alfalfa and now he has to go a little farther to find something to eat. Well, cry me a river, Phil, 'cause Helen and Peggy need to eat, too, and I can't eat you (or so Google tells me) so I don't feel obligated to feed you.
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