Not much to say - but raccoons!
I haven't been saying too much in my sleep lately. I notice that when I talk less, I snore more. Maybe I'm too tired to enter the somniloqy state? I have been ultra-tired these past couple weeks.
Two nights ago, when I was taking the dogs out, I met a family of raccoons sitting on the fence at the next complex. It was a big mama and her four babies. They were adorable. The dogs didn't like 'em too much, so I tied them up inside and went out alone to watch. The mama was a little concerned about me, but I just stood still, told her "It's okay," and she went about her business of trying to get her kids off the fence and up on the carport roof. I didn't watch the whole time, but I know she got at least two of the kids out of there. The other two must've gone at some point too, because they weren't there in the morning. Heh. Here are some pictures.
The four babies, huddled together.
Mama trying to scare me away, standing and hissing. I took a snapshot, then slowly backed away. I wouldn't want to tussle with a mama raccoon.
These guys were having a bit of trouble getting up that wall. I think Mama helped the other two by letting them crawl up her back. I can't be sure, as this happened when I was walking the dogs.
As foreboding as this looks, that kitty wasn't the least bit interested in eating these babies. Moreso, just interested in what was going on.
And, because this is a sleeptalk blog, here's an old one. It's me sleep-revealing why my sleep recordings are so hi-fidelity. Ha, ha.
Oh yeah. Happy Terrorist Day.
Two nights ago, when I was taking the dogs out, I met a family of raccoons sitting on the fence at the next complex. It was a big mama and her four babies. They were adorable. The dogs didn't like 'em too much, so I tied them up inside and went out alone to watch. The mama was a little concerned about me, but I just stood still, told her "It's okay," and she went about her business of trying to get her kids off the fence and up on the carport roof. I didn't watch the whole time, but I know she got at least two of the kids out of there. The other two must've gone at some point too, because they weren't there in the morning. Heh. Here are some pictures.
The four babies, huddled together.
Mama trying to scare me away, standing and hissing. I took a snapshot, then slowly backed away. I wouldn't want to tussle with a mama raccoon.
These guys were having a bit of trouble getting up that wall. I think Mama helped the other two by letting them crawl up her back. I can't be sure, as this happened when I was walking the dogs.
As foreboding as this looks, that kitty wasn't the least bit interested in eating these babies. Moreso, just interested in what was going on.
And, because this is a sleeptalk blog, here's an old one. It's me sleep-revealing why my sleep recordings are so hi-fidelity. Ha, ha.
Oh yeah. Happy Terrorist Day.
posted by dandan at 9/11/2006 01:15:00 PM
3 Comments:
Awesome photos! Thanks for this account. Nocturnal animals are another language. We sleep through so much of it.
they look platic.
plastic, that is.
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