Gopher

The bus pulled into the Husky Roadhouse at Golden for a half hour. This was our lunch break. I grabbed a coffee and an oatmeal biscuit and went to sit outside. Before long I heard a sound that made me think of a young bird stranded on the ground so I went for a stroll to find it.

Instead of a bird, I found this fellow. He was waiting outside of his hole and calling his mates. He let me get quite close before retiring inside. He was much bigger than the ground squirrels of the prairies.