A year and a half ago I began to introduce my youngest granddaughter, then three and a half to the outside world. At the same time her parents moved from their starter home with no yard to speak of to one with a large open property visited regularly with many wild animals.
One animal I have plenty of here but she doesn’t see at her home is the groundhog. We sit and watch two of them playing from the living room regularly. They love to walk up the steps of my neighbors house and sit on their porch but will also chase each other around in the grass.
One morning as I was opening the living room curtains I spotted this.
My granddaughter would be visiting that day and I couldn’t wait to show her the holes in the grass the groundhogs made. While we had watched the groundhogs at play for months we hadn’t had a conversation yet about where they live or that they dig holes. The older grandchildren know this as we had a groundhog living at the apartment. I showed them the entrance and exit holes and we watched him (her?) come and go regularly.
This day, before I had a chance to direct her attention out the window she spotted the holes in the yard and excitedly wanted me to come see what the groundhogs had done in the yard. I was stunned she was able to put her limited knowledge together and come up with the conclusion that it was the groundhogs who dug these holes.
We talked briefly about why they dug the holes then went on to other activities for the rest of her visit. I couldn’t be prouder of her for being so observant of the exciting world outside and thrilled I have the time to enjoy these little pleasures with her. What a smart little cookie she is.