Flashes of Panic

After nearly two weeks of unseasonably warm weather (highs in the 40s) it is February-cold again. But there’s no question that spring is in the air.

Case in point: returning from my swim this morning, I heard a loud chittering as I put my key in the door. I looked up to see what bird was chastising me, and instead saw a raccoon in the front yard tree. Make that two raccoons—one on top of the other. Make that two raccoons, mating. In broad daylight, sixteen feet over our front yard.

Between A.’s camera and mine, we now have a pretty good collection of raccoon porn. (Note: Potentially not work safe, though it depends where you work.)

I think the little bandits are still there; the only obvious escape route is down the tree, so they’ll probably wait for dark.