A few days ago, Hubby was out cutting the grass in the backyard. He stops to investigate what he thinks is a dirt mound near the fence. He turns off the mower, takes a closer look, then yells for me to come have a look, too.
After some gentle coaxing and a nudge with the handle of a garden rake, we were able to get him into the bucket and Hubby happily relocated him to our creek about 100 yards away. We have had so much rain this year, we think he must have crawled under our fence. All is well now–he’s in a safe place–far away from us and our dogs. 😉