Sunday, October 11, 2020

Rustling Overhead


On our morning walk in the dark and moonlight, S paused to sniff a tree. Overhead, I heard some rustling in the leaves. It was too dark to be a squirrel - what could it be? An owl? Nope - just two young raccoons looking for a way to get down. Fortunately S didn't notice them and we got away without a lot of barking.



 

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