The other day, we found a deep, narrow hole in the ground in the middle of our blackberry patch. Something had dug a burrow right at the root of one of our bushes. We filled it in, in the hopes of discouraging the critter. Next day, it was back.
It was a small hole, clearly dug by a small animal. But which animal? My critter-hole expertise is such that I can’t tell a mole hole from a vole hole. Might be a shrew. Might be a ground squirrel. I figured I could go so far as to rule out a prairie dog.
Sounds like a job for the Varmintcam!
We set it up next to the hole site and left it overnight. Sure enough, we got the culprit on film.
Kevin thinks the chipmunk has figured out that, because the fence keeps the cat out of the garden, she can raise a litter in relative safety in the middle of the blackberry patch. I think that’s an Einsteinian leap, for a chipmunk, and it was just luck.
Either way, we’ve decided to leave her in peace.