Speaking of looters, a handsome raccoon has been visiting, just after sunset. For a couple nights now I've heard him bumping along my deck door in time to turn the deck light on. That fellow must weigh 40 labs. He climbed into my deck cupboard (empty). Such a Kodak moment. Too late with the camera.
No evidence this fellow is looting anything on my property, but my next door neighbor keeps his dog outside all winter.. Probably sharing his food with Rocky raccoon.
You know when something is an addiction, when good sense tells you not to do it, and even better sense tells you it'll be an adventure? Black ice yesterday morning was my ticket to dine! Few people would be at the diner I can never squeeze into Sunday mornings. So, after testing the grip of my tires on the driveway (none) I inched my way up my street and onto the main road. You know, if you go slow enough you can't get a good slide going. 15 miles an hour, hazard lights on, I managed to avoid the adrenaline surge.
What a delightful breakfast awaited me!
Uh, oh Squirrel moment
Have a tasty day
(it might be your last)