Guys and Dolls
As I take the turn at 110th, I can’t help wondering, being such a gentleman and all, maybe, just maybe, he’s from Connecticut.
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Susannah, raccoons are so cute; not just their coloring, but their mannerisms. Before we put the ceiling on our porch, a mama brought her litter onto the rafters. The babies were curious and playful. I could sit and watch them all day. Of course, I also had to clean the poo[ they dropped down.
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Pampers would have been in orders. Dr. Spock should have written a how-to for raccoon moms. 🙂
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A raccoon with manners, in Manhattan, of all places!
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Let’s hope he doesn’t get a smart phone. 🙂
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LOL
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Expect a call. Tell John. 🙂
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Probably a raccoon visiting from Texas…very polite.
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Could be. 🙂
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We used to have quite a few racoons in the neighborhood but their population is dwindling. There is more traffic these days and the raccoons are not street savvy. It’s sad.
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Well, Central Park has quite a few. They saunter around like owners of the landscape. Their casualness always makes me laugh. The squirrels too, so laid back. Makes me think of the lilies of the field. They neither toil not spin. 🙂
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What a lovely post, Susannah! Who’d a thunk they were so well brought up? Then again, they do wash their food and thereby their hands before eating so… manners are definitely at the forefront!
Fun Stuff, Toots!
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I find them fascinating. They’re so productive and independent. They get their needs met. Have you ever seen one forage? It’s like a cartoon. They hop in the bin, and you see various items flying out before they make their exit. Then they gather what they’d like, and leave the undesirables behind. It’s quite a sight.
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Haven’t watched them in action but have seen the results of their foraging through my camping goods… They got away with all the good stuff 😏
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They’re very particular. I can see the mother telling them what not to bring home. I’ve had the privilege of watching her teach them to climb. It’s Nature at her best. She demonstrates, then scooches behind him or her, who then tries. Always slipping like a rodeo clown. But she’s right behind to catch and reposition. It’s the sweetest thing.
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That is so cool! Lucky you.
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All I needed was your eye and camera. 🙂
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I would have loved to have been witness!
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I’m sure she would have preened for you, in all her motherhood, from mom to mom. 🙂
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I love that idea!😊
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Wheres Marc? No heroes to be found.
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He’s working on them – as we speak!
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Okay. A guy changes his rhythms and a girl starts to wonder.
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I let him know you were all verklempt!
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Doesn’t take much, but I read only a few pieces. Heroes is one, WW another. I like Patricia’s Place because of her brevity, something I admire so much since, I can be like Dickens if I’m not careful. Just not as interesting. 🙂
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Right
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What the name of the song…Take A Walk (or run) On The Wild Side?
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By the Velvet Underground. Lou Reed rocked, no pun intended. 🙂
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I love raccoons, just not up close and personal as they seem to exhibit certain antisocial behaviors. I remember being startled by a family of them walking home one early morning when I had gone for a run. Needless to say, I set a personal record that morning.
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They’re like the Bradys of wildlife. 🙂
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I dig that one very much
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Of course you do. It’s something you would have said. 🙂
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You got me pegged.
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My thumbs are hooked to my blazer.
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Boom!
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Badaboom.
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There is a rhythmic effect to this exchange. I wish we had a stenographer to boom this back to us.
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If only. I would love that. Then I could say…take this down Millie, like in the Thin Man. 🙂
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Oh, Millie would crack wise. She may not know how to crack an egg, but when it comes to wise? She would make an omelette.
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You know what they say, gotta break a few eggs to make an omelette.
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Pass the Tabasco sauce, por favor
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Here they are pests, tearing up screens, doors, and eating out of the garbage, usually by tipping it over. They are cute, intelligent, and fun, but not tolerated well. They should all move to NYC.
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They could come by bus. 🙂
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Now that is a thought!
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