Sunday, August 7, 2016


A couple of nights ago, a pair of raccoons engaged in a romantic encounter in our woods out past the barn.  
They were anything but subtle about it - you could have heard them for miles.
According to PBS, the raccoon mating season runs from January to June, so I don't know if Ms. Coon's vocalizations were simply from ecstasy or if they were a raccoon version of yelling rape. 

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