One critter we did NOT play with was the raccoon. They can be nasty - ask our dog Spotty, who got in a royal fight one night and was severely bitten in a very private place. Owie. Poor Spot - he survived to fight another day.
Coons still prowl the area. With a creek just across the road, which runs into the bay a few blocks down, it's prime coonland, lots to eat. They are opportunistic feeders. And usually nocturnal.
Susposedly carnivores, we have discovered a vegetarian among the ranks. This fine fat fellow, in broad daylight, tells the story:
"You're jokin' me. Are they SERIOUS? CHICKEN WIRE?? To keep a coon out? HA!"
"SEE?? A coon ladder, all nice and handy..."
"Hmm. Millet, a little cracked corn, sunnies...kinda slim pickin's....Snotty blue jays have been here."
"Oh ho - what have we here? Whoa nelly, JACKPOT!"
"Let's see now - I think I can get my paw right in here..."
"Yep, look at that! Just a few wiggles of my fingers, like shuckin' corn!"
"Mmm- mmm good! I much prefer black sunflower seeds, and in this handy tube thingy I don't even have to sort and spit out the millet. Yum-ee!"
"Wait. Did you hear that? What th...."
"Oh-oh. Busted. Maybe if I give them the evil eye they'll take the hint and leave me alone..."
Well, we didn't leave him alone. I opened the window and informed him that he did NOT qualify to eat the bird seed - no feathers! He kept eating, with one eye on us. I finally had to get firm to shoo him off. He went just as far as the end of the fence, about 8 feet, and waited a few minutes, then came right back, climbed up the fence and started noshing again!! Bold fellow!
With a bit more scolding, he left his perch, but again climbed up to check out if we were still watching. He attemped the rail, but it was just a bit too narrow for his fat bum to balance and walk the skyway to the seeds. You can see the disgust...
"Alright, alright, I'm leaving. For now."
I have no doubts, he'll be back.
Wonderful photo-journaling! Loved the play-by-play and his different looks!
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