Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow this morning and thus predicted six more weeks of winter. The picture below (courtesy of Wikipedia) is of another groundhog (also called a 'whistle pig' or a 'woodchuck') in warmer weather. The Latin name is Marmota Monax.
In 1921 Robert Frost published his poem "A Drumlin Woodchuck."
A DRUMLIN WOODCHUCK
One thing has a shelving bank,
Another a rotting plank,
To give it cosier skies
And make up for its lack of size.
My own strategic retreat
Is where two rocks almost meet,
And still more secure and snug,
A two-door burrow I dug.
With those in mind at my back
I can sit forth exposed to attack
As one who shrewdly pretends
That he and the world are friends.
All we who prefer to live,
Have a little whistle to give,
And flash, at the least alarm
We dive down under the farm.
We allow some time for guile
And don't come out for a while
Either to eat or drink
We take occasion to think.
And if after the hunt goes past
And the double-barreled blast
(Like war and pestilence
And the loss of common sense),
If I can with confidence say
That still for another day,
Or even another year,
I will be there for you, my dear,
It will be because though small
As measured against All,
I have been so insistently thorough
About my crevice and burrow.
Robert Frost 1874 - 1963
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