...Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting...
-Dr. Seuss

Wednesday, September 12

What Does the Raccoon Say?

Last night we were enjoying a bottle of wine when we heard snorting sounds coming from the darkness. I know there are javalinas here, and I've heard that wild pigs are very aggressive, so of course we decided to check it out. It turned out to be to be our little friend from the night before and a few of his friends. I can't remember ever having heard raccoons snort like that. They'd found a cantaloupe peel in the camp site next to ours and were apparently enjoying it immensely. We inadvertently frightened them off but before long they were back at the campsite on the other side of us, digging through the trash cans there. Earlier in the day I had thrown away an apple that's core was rotten, and the leader of the pack found my apple and was greedily eating it. We took some pictures of him, and although he was obviously scared, he would not abandon that apple but continued to eat it, alternating between snorting and hissing at me. Photos coming soon!

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