.......................................... Strix the harbinger
...........................................guards OakWood's gate, ever asking,
.............. . ......................................"Whooo passes this night?"

Monday, November 22, 2010

The Ongoing Saga

I was awakened about 3:00 last night by the ruckus of a raccoon running on the roof, banging on the birdfeeders and general raising hell. They are not exactly the cat-burglars of the animal world. I leapt up and ran out on the deck, swearing and flailing with a stick to run the interloper off.  Last night it was about 20 degrees with a freezing drizzle. I was wearing my short nightshirt - naked from the waist down and barefoot. Now I know that's more information than you really want to process, but it helps explain Lorna's reaction when I quietly slid back under the covers and eased my feet over to her side to get warmed up. Personally, I think she over-reacted.

13 comments:

Oldfool said...

My first laugh of the day.
Been there and they always over-react.

Johann Rissik said...

Raccoon skin slippers could prevent future occurrences, but then I'm beginning to sound like some South African redneck.

Gunnar Berg said...

I don't want coonskin slippers nor coonskin caps. They are dirty, nasty creatures and I don't want their hides on my head nor feet.

Silk Hope said...

Hey "Daniel Boone" how goes the battle?

Johann Rissik said...

I wasn't suggesting that you get back into bed wearing the bloody things ;)

Lorna Berg said...

Gunner was mixing up his infamous raccoon liquor hoping for takers as he quickly deposited the tray outside our bedroom door. I could have opened the sliding glass door to let him in, but thought against it. So I endured his cold extremities as a trade off.
Lorna

Gunnar Berg said...

This really does all make sense. I went out unto the deck from a door 30 feet away from the bedroom. And if she truly loved me she would have invited me back through the bedroom door, rather than pretending she was asleep.

Doohickie said...

At least you don't have woodchucks!

Gunnar Berg said...

We have had in the past, but they moved on. Unless you have a vegetable garden, I'd take woodchucks over raccoons any day.

Johann Rissik said...

WWDCD?

What would Davey Crockett do?

Gunnar Berg said...

The real David Crockett was a politician, a Representative from Tennessee. He was a storyteller and a self-promoter, who managed to get himself killed at the Alamo. WWDCD? He'd probably blog about it.

Silk Hope said...

Raccoon liquor? I knew it Gunnar is a snake oil saleman.

Gunnar Berg said...

Some of the raccoons have died very suddenly within 10 feet after ingesting a mysterious concoction that must be handled very carefully and only placed out when they are in the immediate area. That's all I can say.