From Racoons to Horses

Ok........ So I'm not that happy that I've got the racoon tearing the crap out of my roof, and I've done just about everything I can to get the wise guy from learning over the eave and making a fool of me. Cleared everything away from the house by approximately four feet, except, well this one nice tree. I kinda hate to mess with it because it keeps the peepin toms from seeing me in my skivvies at night.

So it's 5:30 am and I am awaken to the joyful sound of a shingle snapping in the crisp moring air. Once again I make haste, down the stairs and out for battle. I turn the hose on , and silently pray that this will be the morning I will drench his sorry, well behind. But, alas once again he has vanished like a phantom, in the mist to his gutter world.

There I am, a tired photographer beaten once again by a huge rodent. I replace my leopard slippers with tennis shoes, grab a cup of joe, my camera and my car keys. Approximately ten minutes from my house is this wonderful setting, so i snap away. I guess I really should be thanking him..... well I'll let the hose thank him tomorrow.