Here is an extra little post from last night as jeff and I came home in the car.
We see a pretty big raccoon turn around on our road and start running for cover across the field.
We stop the car to watch.
I hear, "Quick, Nellie, get your camera!"
I yell, "Iaaccchhhh!" "I can't find it!"
Him: "Get it! Get it! Get it!"
Me: "I must have taken it in the house. Go get it."
"No, wait! I'll stay here. You go get the camera."
So I get out of the car and stand still, watching the walnut tree as light quickly fades.
I'm quiet . . . very quiet.
They think I must have left and start to climb down.
I run around the tree.
"No! No! Don't come down yet!"
Four masked bandits quickly climb back up the tree.
And keep climbing higher and higher.
To the tips of the branches.
"No!" I mean "No!" "Stop, you will fall."
I stand very quietly.
Here comes the car back. My camera was in the back seat all along. I just didn't see it.
On comes the flash. Click. . . click . . . click.
Four young raccoons huddle closely together, trembling in fear
waiting for me to leave.
While their mother watches from the woods.
Planning the revenge she will claim in our tomato patch.
(There is another new post right below this one so please keep reading.)