coons
It has been fairly mild over the last couple of days. Today, it was raining and foggy. Everything is dripping wet and in the house it feels colder than it is outside; but of course that is impossible. In the wee hours of the morning, I have been awakened by bird song. In fact, one morning, I was sure I heard a robin. Not being a morning person, however, that could have been a part of a dream.
One thing I'm sure of is that it is raccoon season again. The dogs are crazy to get into the barn. Going outside for the last business of the night before going to bed now means a wild chase around the yard, trying to catch the raccoons out of the trees. Misty goes into her hysterical yipping; the other two dash of in hot pursuit, panting and snuffling (guess which one does what -- if you are already acquainted with Tasha and Molly that is an easy question!).
The other day, on my afternoon walk with the dogs, Misty went crazy and all three converged on this cluster of saplings in the wet area below the pond, southeast of the house: three coons safely out of reach up in the trees, about 15 feet off the ground.
One thing I'm sure of is that it is raccoon season again. The dogs are crazy to get into the barn. Going outside for the last business of the night before going to bed now means a wild chase around the yard, trying to catch the raccoons out of the trees. Misty goes into her hysterical yipping; the other two dash of in hot pursuit, panting and snuffling (guess which one does what -- if you are already acquainted with Tasha and Molly that is an easy question!).
The other day, on my afternoon walk with the dogs, Misty went crazy and all three converged on this cluster of saplings in the wet area below the pond, southeast of the house: three coons safely out of reach up in the trees, about 15 feet off the ground.
The other two were easy enough to draw away on home, but Misty is obsessed. She came home by herself much later. Now that the coons are about again, increasing their activites especially after dusk, I'm not sure it's a good idea to let Misty out for that last visit at night without restraining her. What a pain in the **s!
posted by Kati at 11:50 p.m.
3 Comments:
This is amazing - at least to this desert dweller. We get raccoons from time to time, but I've never seen one in a tree, let alone three! We lived in Connecticut at one time and only saw them on the ground (or on the tops of the trash cans). Beautiful shots!
... and a fantastic sunset in your next blog. Lovely!
Hey, what an interesting weblog you've got here! I've always thought that if I was to leave Finland I would like to move to Canada - mainly because of the nature and the friendly atmosphere I've experienced there during my two very short visits...
Nice pictures, too.
Pam, raccoons are quite commonplace around here. Agile, adaptable and ingenious, they can strew your garbage all over the street in the city, pry apart birdfeeders, find their way into attics and basements, lay waste to a crop of corn. I'm sure like all creatures, Mother Nature has a designated role for raccoons, but I'll admit, they're not my favorites.
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