From tooth and claw to remote control.
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tenayaFirst off, that Sanyo DVD/VCR recorder I bought 2 months ago? It was fun while it lasted. Yes, it broke. Suddenly, every unrecorded DVD disk was "unknown" and was to be spat out with comtempt. Luckily, I still had that box laying about (though I couldn't find the reciept) and Walmart took it back and gave me a gift card for the amount--which was good at Sam's. Sam's has a panasonic DVD/VCR recorder for the same price so I bought that instead. I'm in the process of setting it up. Hopefully, this will be better, and I'm saving the receipt!
The raccoon mob are very regular visitors. One of the babies was lounging about on her side on a kibble pile, rolling about in a happy, carefree manner. Of course, everyone is on edge because of the neighborhood fireworks (illegal.) They scowl at me and run away. Even poor Brindle was completely stress out on the 4th. We tried keeping him in, but he bit me angrily (still has anger issues, obviously.) He came in about an hour later, a hair's breath from a full panic, panting. He laid at our feet for hours after that, looking like he felt quite small. Feral, domestic, feral, domestic--he keeps me guessing, too.
As I was writing this, I saw momma raccoon stroll from elm tree to the bird bath. She's tall enough that she can stand up on her hind feet and drink out of the bath. One baby was with her and she stood up, too, but was too small to even climb on the bird bath. She steadied herself by placing a hand on Mom's side and it took just like a toddler holding on to mommy's hand. She craned her head up to see what was going on, then looked over at momma's tummy. NIPPLES! She tried to nurse for a few moments as she was standing there before mom went back to all fours, and both went back to the elm. It was kind of endearing.
A few nights ago, there was a tremendous noise up on the hill behind our yard. It sounded exactly like a giant's coin purse being dropped from on high. I went outside with a flashlight and a sturdy piece of wood. The neighbors were all out with flashlights, too. When I got past the big elm my flashlight went dead...and I heard a deep throaty growl from somewhere nearby. It was a worrying situation. Cooly, I sauntered over towards the neighbor's yard and away from the tree, and asked them what was going on. They said a tree had gone down behind my yard. The growling was to the side of me and little further away, so kept going and in a round about way, make it back to the courtyard. And into the house, lickity split! I put a new battery in the flashlight immediately, too. Sheesh!
The new computer keeps me guessing. Learning curves...hate 'em.
The raccoon mob are very regular visitors. One of the babies was lounging about on her side on a kibble pile, rolling about in a happy, carefree manner. Of course, everyone is on edge because of the neighborhood fireworks (illegal.) They scowl at me and run away. Even poor Brindle was completely stress out on the 4th. We tried keeping him in, but he bit me angrily (still has anger issues, obviously.) He came in about an hour later, a hair's breath from a full panic, panting. He laid at our feet for hours after that, looking like he felt quite small. Feral, domestic, feral, domestic--he keeps me guessing, too.
As I was writing this, I saw momma raccoon stroll from elm tree to the bird bath. She's tall enough that she can stand up on her hind feet and drink out of the bath. One baby was with her and she stood up, too, but was too small to even climb on the bird bath. She steadied herself by placing a hand on Mom's side and it took just like a toddler holding on to mommy's hand. She craned her head up to see what was going on, then looked over at momma's tummy. NIPPLES! She tried to nurse for a few moments as she was standing there before mom went back to all fours, and both went back to the elm. It was kind of endearing.
A few nights ago, there was a tremendous noise up on the hill behind our yard. It sounded exactly like a giant's coin purse being dropped from on high. I went outside with a flashlight and a sturdy piece of wood. The neighbors were all out with flashlights, too. When I got past the big elm my flashlight went dead...and I heard a deep throaty growl from somewhere nearby. It was a worrying situation. Cooly, I sauntered over towards the neighbor's yard and away from the tree, and asked them what was going on. They said a tree had gone down behind my yard. The growling was to the side of me and little further away, so kept going and in a round about way, make it back to the courtyard. And into the house, lickity split! I put a new battery in the flashlight immediately, too. Sheesh!
The new computer keeps me guessing. Learning curves...hate 'em.
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Date: 2004-07-07 06:57 pm (UTC)My "kids" spent a lot of time either under the bed or huddled in the bathtub around the 4th. We had people shooting off fireworks around here for a week...always at 1 a.m.
Any guess on Deep Throaty Growl? Mountain lion? Coyote? Yikes!
See you at Denetia's?