As we were sitting on the deck last night, my very observant son (with MUCH better eyesight than me!) saw something interesting, up in a tree.
Do you see it?
Do you see it now?
It was the most adorable, young raccoon (probably this years) resting peacefully in a crook of the tree.
Every so often, the little bandit readjusted itself and continued sleeping soundly . . .
. . . seemingly oblivious to the four people and two dogs on the deck below it. It must have known it was safe, high up in the tree.
Of course, our younger son tried to lure it down with a small ear of corn, but that only caused it to wake and go further up the tree. Raccoons are usually big fans of corn-on-the-cob and have been known to visit our corn fields nightly. He was probably resting up from a raucous night with his friends gorging on the sweet corn and getting prepared for another night of the same.
And this morning, he was gone. He probably departed during the night when the coast was clear when the dogs and meddlesome boys were inside and asleep. Farewell, little friend. Eat well . . .