Saturday, July 19, 2008

Life is good

Is there anything more charming than a baby raccoon?
Three baby raccoons.
Clumsy and comical among the branches, kitten-like and, indeed, smaller than full-grown cats, they are already practiced in the art of theft.
Like their parents, they are unintentionally destructive in their endless quest for anything and everything edible.
But when they run out of steam, as they seem often to do, they curl up wherever they are (the gutter at the edge of the roof, for example) and drift into coon dreamland.
I'd swear I lullabied them the other night . . .
I certainly and instantly forgave them their many trespasses.

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