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Wednesday, 28 September 2011


Mary Ann

I never realized that racoons would attack other creatures until I heard about a couple of them that killed a neighbours cat. I thought they only ate fruits and bugs and stuff. Not so cuddly after all. We have a groundhog too that eats our fallen apples which is fine because the tree hasn't given us good apples in awhile. He does a very good job of cleaning them up:)


I really like having wildlife around me but when I hear of cougar sightings, I get a little bit frightened. We spent about a month with our new dog barking and growling at things that go bump in the night. Seems they have moved on. Everything is calm again. I'm glad to hear that some chickens survived.


How weary you must be of my constant remark: Sigh. I want to live at YOUR house! But, Anita - I DO! To me, it sounds like heaven. Love you!


Kai, I think it's as close to heaven as I'm likely to get (though I suspect that the 'real' heaven has fewer dust bunnies).

Mary Ann, that must have been a sick (possibly rabid) raccoon! The ones that have eaten here have ignored the cats, and vice versa (except Theo, who once smacked one on the nose, apparently because it was eating HER cat food). I notice there are no apples under our tree (not that there were many to begin with)—perhaps the groundhog has gotten them.

Linda, I would love to see a cougar! There are sightings in the mountains further up every now and then, but there are just too many people and buildings where we are. John used to see them on the mountain where he grew up; he says there was a huge patch of wild catnip, probably the size of our house or larger, and sometimes he'd see wallows where the big cats had been.

The little chickens are now in with the big chickens, and everyone is mingling nicely.

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