Jun 28, 2007 18:37
Bunny! Hop-hop-runrunrunning away because I startled it!
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A raccoon peers at me from the edge of the deck, then turns away. Curious, I edge out to see where it goes. It has disappeared. I'm pretty sure raccoons don't possess cloaks of invisibility, so I go looking. Aha! There it is, beneath the stairs, disappearing into a hole under the house. That explains the odd noises I've been hearing!
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Not just digging noises, but that distinctive chirring. How many babies, I wonder? A full moon lets me count from an upstairs window. There are at least three, but the shadows keep me from being sure whether or not that's a fourth little chirring blob of fur, or my eyes playing tricks with the light. If you're not asleep at 2:00 am, you might as well be counting raccoons, nu?
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wildlings