We were the class of 1958, members of the Greatest Generation as well as children of the Greatest Generation. Born in 1940, we are also called members of the Traditional Generation.
Our childhood, post World War II, "was the best of times . . . it was the age of wisdom . . . it was the epoch of belief . . .it was the season of Light . . . it was the spring of hope . . . we had everything before us . . .we were all going direct to Heaven . . . ." (A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens.) At least, that's the way I felt about it. We were truly blessed.
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I was wondering why my bird feeder would continually fall to the ground, empty. Then, yesterday evening, I found the culprit on a ladder that I was too lazy to put away. He (she?) seemed quite happy to pose for me until I got a really good shot. Those little paws reached easily into the openings, and continued to do so until the feeder was empty. 
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5 comments:
Raccoons can be such fun to watch and as long as you don't corner them and make them feel threatened, they are not going to cause you any harm.
In the first house we lived in after Katrina, we had a huge park like back yard. We had dozens of squirrels that we feed on a regular basis. We also discovered that there were about 6-8 raccoons that would come around at night and finish any food the squirrels left.
We discovered one that was handicapped and had trouble competing for food. We started putting out food for him(her) and it became a ritual ... the racoons would show up every evening just after dark looking for their food. This produced some very funny memories.
There was one time when I heard a scratching at the French doors. Sure enough there was a raccoon, looking for food.
We named the poor handicapped raccoon - Limpet - because it had difficulty walking.
I often wonder what happened to our raccoons ... I do hope they got some new "owners" who cared for them properly.
This little fellow is darling. Thanks for posting his picture.
MA,
Keep Harry's gun handy. I read somewhere that they taste like chicken.
David, Harry said to tell you he knows what they taste like - better than a NY hamburger.
MA,
I'm so glad you have a sense of humor. .. or early onset dementia. Either way, I like my old homey's contributions here.
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