While we were in the Smokies this raccon visited our chalet each night and dined on the contents of our garbage cans. Jennie watched him one evening, she said he was expert at getting the lids off the garbage cans. He could unlatch and pop the top off a can, all in one quick motion.
With the Stalker family there he was not getting much in the way of scraps, so Jennie tried feeding him some graham crackers.
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2 comments:
Isn't it nice that we just happened to have a coon picture to go with Dad's story? Is this history repeating itself or is it just natural that where ever Stalkers go coons are sure to follow?
It's not so bad that they just show up where ever we go. What's so bad is that they always seem to outsmart us.
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