It was Raccoon day at the preserve

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We saw them walking down the trail and then we lost them. Looking around, we heard some shaking high up in the tree. Looked up and saw this staring at us.

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“Yeh, I’m mean. See my teeth?”

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“You don’t believe me? How about this?”

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“What about if I growl?”

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“I’m sorry. Did I upset you?”

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“I’m really just chewing on an acorn.”

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“These are yummy.”

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Later, we saw another one all alone wandering down the trail.

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He was much smaller and all alone. He got pretty close before he veered off into the bushes.

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It was also armadillo day. We saw three different ones. I rarely see them here.

Instead of going to the mall for Black Friday on the day after Thanksgiving, we headed to the Black “mask” Friday at Circle B Bar Reserve. Pam’s husband, Craig, came up with that name for the day since we saw so many raccoons that day. It was a beautiful fun trip and way better than fighting the crowds at the mall. Who still goes to the mall these days anyway? Shop on-line.

8 thoughts on “It was Raccoon day at the preserve

  1. Wow, that Raccoon was giving you some nasty looks.. I would love to see an armadillo in the wild, very cool. Awesome photos. Thank you for linking up and sharing your post. Have a happy weekend!

  2. I keep thinking I won’t bore you with comments on all your posts that I missed but everyone of them is so cute I can’t help myself. These are just wonderful pictures and your captions are wonderful. You should publish a book!!! Again, I of course agree totally re shopping.

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