Ricky's back

I heard what sounded like a dog and cat fight last night, long after everyone should have been in bed, so I went out the front door and clapped loudly. That's usually the sign for whatever animals have wandered into the yard to skedaddle. They didn't.

I stood around listening and the sounds weren't quite so clearly those of a dog or a cat. Pretty soon a Ricky the raccoon tumbled out of the Italian Cypress and started walking towards me oblivious to the fact that I was standing there. He finally caught sight of me and hightailed it away and around the corner.

We've seen him before. Although I didn't get any pictures this time, there's a related and funny set of pictures over at the Weed Whacking Wenches blog.

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