It's a chilly Sunday morning with clouds, and could really be a lot worse for the the raccoon looking helplessly from the box trap.It's not raining. He is bored and out of options. He will like his new home in the State Gamelands. The meals may not be as good as what he finds around here, but at least he will get a bit of peace and quiet instead of some crazy woman screaming and yelling at him to "get out of here" every night.
That said, the cat that wandered into that same trap last night probably won't be back either. The minute the
door was opened yesterday, he took off like he was shot out of a cannon.I never minded the cat though. He was a bit skittish and it was the first time I saw him close up. Rather a handsome cat really. With a highly agitato face. He was always good for eating the leftovers of the picky and spoiled cats who actually do live here.
The other varmints who live here include a rather large groundhog and a mother rabbit with ONE baby rabbit. One! Oh...there have to be more....but for now, just one. Every morning more of the Sweet Sultans are missing and I suspect the bunnies. Or a pesky chipmunk. I haven't grown Sweet Sultans before, and now I suspect I won't have any left to see them actually grow big enough to bloom.
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