The tree buds are a poppin'. I think we're taking another run at Spring after a week of 30 degrees, gray skies, sleet & snow. Or it could be winter again already, I forget.
The Doomsday bud from Star Trek I.
Poor tiny little baby groundhog, barely more than a bag of noodles. Ripped from your nice downy grass bed by the instinct of a Dachshund. Good luck little fellow, hope you get a warm spell.