Monday, August 03, 2009

Wackety wee hours

Round about four ayem, a strange burst of sound passed through the back yards; rustlings, and high-pitched chittering, then the not so strange blast of dog barking. Could not see what it was, despite the bright moonlight, but decided it must have been a passle of young raccoons, led by their mother. They've been testing the corn development, bending over smaller stalks and ripping off the unripe ears. We may not harvest a single bite this summer.
Lovely evening airing, after a perfect day.


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