free willy

Our little ground hog was safely caught (being a ground hog) in a live trap yesterday. He did enjoy appetizers before his release in the Sate Game Lands a few miles away- carrots, peaches and apples were his first, and last course. Sweets ran down to the pasture and I saw a brown tail flick in the trap, so I quickly escorted her back to the house while I tended to the Hog. I assured him I wasn't the kind of gal that would leave him entrapped in the rain, so we quickly loaded him up in the back of the car and we were off. The little guy seemed pretty calm during his short ride in the cage, no complaints and just a little teeth chattering. I pulled up and put the cage on the ground at the entrance to a path, fiddled with how to get it open and viola- I waited. He hung out in the back of the cage...
"turn around bud"....
more waiting....
my arm is getting tired....
"turn around bright eyes", I jokingly sang.
He poked his head out, looked back at me and I thought "oh please don't now decided to go for my ankles"
And he made a break for it.
We free'd Willy. Sweets is still in denial and has increased her ground hog security rounds in the pasture. Even after many sniffs of an empty cage, she's still like to believe that there is a Hog in the Pasture, like ole' Nessie in Loch Ness.

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