My wife and I were walking our dogs one early spring on a cold rainy day. The dogs alerted, sniffing the air. I look over not 8 feet away to see a baby groundhog looking at me. She crawled over to my boot, put her little paws on the toe, and looked up at me. I looked at the wife and her look was, "NO WAY IS THIS HAPPENING!". I reached down and picked her up in one hand. Nearly ice cold. Shivering too. I tucked my sweat shirt into my pants with my free hand and popped her into my stomach area. Zipped my jacket over top too. Five minutes later I had the little thing wrapped in a warm towel in front of the fire. My wife warmed up some goat's milk(we used to own those), and fed her with an eye dropper. She was ravenous. The wife left for work and I put her back on my stomach after she ate and she napped for a couple hours. When she woke up she farted and started crawling all over me. Never nipped or anything. The sun had come out and temperatures had risen to upper sixties, so I took her out on the lawn and taught her to eat dandelion and wild strawberry leaves which she did with abandon. I named her Farti, and called the wife, asking if we could keep her. She told me that I had to place her with a wild rescue in Lincoln, Maine. I called the rescue, and they arranged for a Warden to meet me for a transfer. I met him and he was a good egg. Took her in her shoebox travel case with a warm towel from the bathroom. When I handed her over I suddenly had a lump in my throat. I turned and didn't look back. The lady who ran the rescue kept me posted weekly for a few months. She released Farti to her field acreage. For many years Farti would come to the rescue lady's house, stand on her hind legs and beg for vanilla cookies, her favorite. She brought her children and grandchildren too. I have an enlarged photo of Farti. After that, killing groundhogs lost its appeal, tho if I was starving I would use one for food, especially if I had no relationship with it. I have killed deer and other game with no emotion except thanks for the food. I love songbirds and have no desire to shoot them either. However.....I love a squirrel stew...
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