Yesterday, a raccoon came out in daylight. It swam across the pond (who knew raccoons could swim!), for all the world looking as if nothing were amiss. And, it’s possible that nothing was — that it was simply taking advantage of the lovely day to stock up on supplies for its babies or for the winter. Or, perhaps it was rabid.
I kept a good distance from it as it lumbered out of the water and up onto the shore and across the walk and over the sprawling lawn, before it went out of sight.
In the four years I’ve lived here, I’ve never seen a raccoon. I never expected to see one in daylight. Just when I think I’ve got the rhythm of nature, it scrambles what I’ve come to think of the order of things.
SilverLining 