We are in Nebraska this weekend. It is hot and humid during the day, but last night there was a cool breeze blowing through, when that happens Art opens up the house and we sleep with the windows open. I woke in the middle of the night to what sounded like the combination of purring, hissing, and growling.
Could be a mountain lion I thought to myself. It woke Art up, and he headed for the light and the back porch. Well lo and behold it was not the dreaded mountain lion but a little pack of racoons. Do they run in packs? Anyway,the last time we had seen them in our back yard there was 5 of them, but this time there was about 25 of them. Six months ago Art was taken to killing the possums, skunks, and racoons in the backyard because they eat the bird food and the birds,but he said that these little racoon babies looked straight at him from the tree,and when they smiled at him they won his heart. Like I said you just never know. I tried to convince him that if he lets this go he will have 55 of them next time, and his beloved bird feeder could become a thing of the past, but for now he is enamored by those cute little guys and their black eyes and smile. I'll keep you posted.
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That is crazy, so many! Tough Art and his gentle heart...what a combination! :)
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