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Our raccoons are multiplying.
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First there was one, then two.
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And now we have triplets!
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They waddle across the lawn together…
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And eat right next to each other as well.
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Triple the cuteness!
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And speaking of cuteness, I found an old picture of my husband with his pet raccoon.
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Teddy was 3, my husband was 16.
🦝❤️🦝
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I had a feeling there were baby woodchucks under our barn… and the other day?
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Momma brought one to the buffet.
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An average litter is four, sometimes she has five..
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But there always seems to be one brave little scamper who ventures out first.
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This little guy showed up for carrots by himself yesterday.
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But he doesn’t quite have the standing up/balancing thing under control yet.
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Watch the clip until the end.
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I know it’s not polite to remark on another woman’s weight gain.
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But our resident Mother Chucker is looking quite…
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Round.
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How she gets that big eating salad all day is beyond me.
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Does anyone else remember these?
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We had a slight hill in our backyard when I was growing up and bouncing up and down it on these bad bears was one of my favorite things in the world.
Simple pleasure, simple toy … no computer, keyboard or screen needed.
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I watch The Last of Us.
Sorry Oregon. You had a good run.
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A few raccoon photos.
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Just because they’re cute.
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And abundant lately.
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At this point I think Keith could survive a nuclear blast and the radiated winter that follows.
Like cockroaches, but more fun.
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It’s been a long cold wet spring and I was beginning to wonder if anything would ever bloom again.
Then…
Bam!
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After a few days of warm sun…
Our apple-less apple tree by the road burst forth with gorgeous white blossoms.
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I wish I could send scent through my blog because it is unbelievably fragrant.
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The birds love it.
The bees love it.
I love it.
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Life is good.
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While the red squirrels are a constant unwelcome chewing, gnawing, destructive menace… our gray visitors provide hours of entertainment.
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I know we’re in the minority here, but we don’t mind squirrels eating from our feeders.
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They’re usually content to perch in the flat ones and happily munch away, but the other day this fellow was determined to get the last few seeds out of the carriage feeder and that proved more challenging.
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Gravity be damned.
And just when he figured it out?
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Squirrel #2 arrived and kicked him off.
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Undeterred… our intrepid acrobat regrouped and moved on to the suet.
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Gray squirrels….
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Ya gotta love them.
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Well…
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Not technically.
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My husband won’t let me.
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Our raccoon friend is showing up early most every night now.
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Waddling across the back lawn..
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And chowing down.
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I love to watch him. (Her?)
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The deer aren’t as thrilled…
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But I think they’re getting used to him.
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A name might be in order.
Any ideas?
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Temperatures are warming during the day, our grass is finally green and the fox are back.
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I say foxy lady in the title, but to be honest I’m not sure.
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Sexing a fox requires getting up close and personal… and that I can not do.
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But I can watch from afar and take pictures.
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With Lord Dudley Mountcatten on high alert beside me.
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Because male or female, it’s still a canine… and His Lordship is not a fan.
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Remember the improved box cake mix recipe?
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I tried it with butter pecan.
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And while the cake didn’t seem to rise quite as high as it normally does …
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My husband raved about the texture and proceeded to eat 3/4’s of it.
Honestly? I didn’t notice much of a difference.
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I’m so sick of this AI generated nonsense.
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As if.
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This is a real cat.
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Who jumps up to sleep on the spare bed pillows….
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And is too lazy to shift when he slides down between the shams.
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I found some old military photos when I was cleaning out a drawer the other day. That’s my husband in Beirut, with the remnants of the bombed Marine barracks behind him. He removed the bodies of six Marines from the wreckage on that horrible day.
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Welcoming my guy home after a six month Med float in 1988.
Damn, we were young.
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And talk about young.
My husband, right before he went to Vietnam.
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