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I spy, raccoons

Isabella usually gets taken for an evening walk.  A few nights ago, we were doing the norm.  It was dusk; that dreamy not quite dark, in between time.  Nouns – people, places and things – were still visible, not just silhouettes.  Belle was sniffing, we were chatting enjoying the stroll and the sweet night air.

Sounds idyllic, but remember I live in the city; traffic and people and ball games happening.   There are a few country delights:  birds, squirrels, flowering trees and potagers’ gardens.  However, the sight that took place was quite curious.

The typically busy street was quiet, which in and of itself was pleasant.  We could hear our own conversation and the night sounds; crickets, frogs and barking dogs in the distance.  What was unexpected was the squeaking chatter.  My first thought was that a nighthawk had grabbed a bite of dinner, but the noise lingered.  Looking around, there were three raccoons careening down the middle of the street.
Raccoon distemper outbreak suspected on the north coast
I'd like to take credit for this sweet photo...but I can't

Now, I’m not sure what was going on other than it appeared to be two against one.  We stood with mouths open as the spectacle unfolded; all while one was making a beeline for us.  I took a tighter hold on Belle’s leash, in case she decided to join the chase.  I also spotted a trash bin that could be used as armor.  In a nutshell, a few feet before reaching us, the being-chased-and-scolded raccoon veered off and down another lane.

Is there a moral or some terribly enlightening lesson to be learned from this story?  Nope.  

Just make sure you aren’t the one being chased by screeching, out-of-control raccoons. Careening down the road ~

Missy

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  1. Wildlife Art by SylApril 9, 2014 at 1:23 PM

    I am still laughing...love it..we have raccoons in our yard....

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    1. Missy AApril 9, 2014 at 3:41 PM

      You know, we had raccoons at our house in Eugene, but we don't seem to here in PDX. One time, we had three little babies tucked up under the cover of our BBQ. They were adorable.

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