Central Park has the most gigantic raccoons imaginable, and they are way too comfortable with themselves. My first encounter was in the first week of being in our new place. I went to the car for something, and as I walked on the sidewalk, I saw two big ol' coons moving under a car. Dirty beasts, they're gigantic. Fortunately, it's used to people, so there was no attack.
Thursday we went on a morning walk in the snow. I brought my camera for kicks. Stopping to just look up at the trees, Libby was like, "Whoa are you looking at that huge animal!"--that was right above me, perched on a big tree. You know the story. In the middle of the day. We figure it must have smelled too bad or something to hang out with the other raccoons. Why else would it be sitting on a tree as if it were a bird?
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