Why this woodchuck has decided that my backyard, complete with 245 lbs of ravenous dogs, would be a good place to set up quarters, is beyond my comprehension. So every day the dogs go tearing out the back yard racing to catch the woodchuck before he dives into his burrow under the shed. He is still alive, but yesterday Buddy came within a wisker of having ground chuck for dinner.
The town is a very safe place (relatively speaking) but Northfield is in the upper midwest and therefore the winters are very cold and generally snowy. Watch your step on the ice, it is slippery.