I’ve written about raccoons before, but needed to share my latest sighting.
It was early on Sunday, a must if you want to avoid the weekly runner’s race that, if you look over your shoulder, looks as if you’re being chased by buffalo.
Preferring my runs to be more private, there I was at daybreak about to canter off, when up ahead I see a full grown raccoon about to cross the road.
There’s a bike race going on that’s more like fast relays with groups of 20 cyclists, a schmo on a motorcycle in the lead announcing their irritating, imminent arrival…and here they come.
Oh no, I think, does she see them?
Well, not only does she see them, but suddenly 5 babies come into view she halts in their tracks making them all bump into each other like the Keystone Cops of wildlife. Next, they are all scampering up this huge tree while she guards it like any good mom.
I think I’m seeing things it’s so funny.
Now they’re all peeking out from various branches, like little Lone Rangers, waiting for Tonto to pull up with further instructions.
I stand, watching them for a full five minutes, wondering why she doesn’t pull them down and go on her way, then realizing, she must be waiting for me to go on mine.
When Ralph Waldo Emerson said, if you don’t know who or what to worship, worship nature, she will never fail you…he wasn’t just whistling Dixie.