We have a squatter in our backyard

Maybe not everybody knows what a squatter is. It's someone who takes up residence on property that is not their own but acts as if it is. Well, we've got a squatter. It would appear that a cousin of Punxatawney Phil has moved into our backyard:

Technically, he appears to have moved into our neighbor's backyard, as he seems to have dug a den under the fence and, apparently, under the storage shed that is just on the other side of the fence:

But I think he likes it here. He appears to be a juvenile groundhog, maybe a year or so old, possibly as much as two. Not very big as groundhogs go, but not from this year's litters, I don't think:

Along with the bunnies, Mrs. Wolves considers him one of her new pets.

Mrs. Wolves wants another pet

I'm pretty sure the Wolves kit-tays want this pet, too, but I think they want it for a different reason. Mrs. Wolves is thinking pet, and the kit-tays are thinking lunch. In any event, they watch this potential new pet longlingly through the windows.

What are we talking about? A rabbit has decided to raise her offspring in our backyard:

The young bunny frequently appears alone, chomping on grass and clover:

It seems that they live behind the fence of the house next door, but they come into our yard frequently. Consequently, I am no longer allowed to mow the back yard, as that would reduce their food supply, apparently:

Really, I think they'd be OK:

In any event, we have a baby bunny in the back yard, at least for now.