So there I am outside in my robe and pajamas at 11:30 p.m. all by myself trying to find a space station. Dave is working late so I step outside on to the lawn. It is quiet and still in our usually busy suburban neighborhood. Suddenly there is a crash. The garbage pails (we have six) go toppling over. There were four rather large raccoons ransacking the pails. Not being one to interfere with the course of nature (translation = I’m a big chicken) I decide to try looking up from our back deck. This is what I encountered there.
I didn’t notice this guy until I was actually about two feet away. I have to tell you he scared me half to death. I had the camera hoping to get a shot of something fascinating in the sky but this was all I got. Once I snapped a few pictures he growled at me and I gave him the deck. He was looking at me for all the world like his name was on the mortgage bill.
The birds are out of luck.