After a very wet May and June, it’s been bone dry at the old Boggy Thicket for the past several weeks, so I was surprised yesterday to find muddy footprints all over the top of the gas grill.
There was also mud in the dogs’ water bowl, so it didn’t take a Daniel Boone or Sherlock Holmes to recreate what had happened. A pretty big coon – the prints were almost two inches across – had washed a meal in the dogs’ bowl then jumped up on the grill to enjoy his lunch.
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