Texas has many things. From beaches to desserts. Mountains to swamps. And everything in between. It has good food, good music, and good people. What Texas doesn't have is groundhogs. So yesterday while most of y'all were watching a big fat critter come waddling out of his hole, us Texans had to drive out to a desolate cow pasture and look at these puny bits of hawk food.
That little rodent is the scourge of many a rancher, the target of many a guy sighting in his rifle, and the closest thing we got to groundhogs. Yep, it is a prairie dog. It pains me to say it, but I guess this proves ... Not everything in Texas is bigger.
***I actually cheated and took this picture Friday afternoon since I knew I'd be too busy to go chasing shadows yesterday. I tried to post a larger shot but blogger refused to let me. Maybe you can click on it to make it (it being the picture) bigger. But for the record it was sunny here so I'm sure shadows were plentiful, meaning six more weeks of winter here in the Texas Panhandle.