It’s raining coons here, by the double. That might make more sense later.
As I write this, hail cometh down stern, and thunder shakes this tin-roofed house hard.
And I think I’m in love with spring again…
Country Man called me up to tell me of a new farm find while moving panels, or something of the sort. I asked if I could swing over and take some photos? Yes, come over now.
Looking toward the west, the sky was telling me it wasn’t long before another downpour was to come. I would have only a short time to enjoy this beautiful day.
In celebration, I rolled the window down and let the country air run wild through my face and hair.
Yes, in love with spring and in love with green and in love with new life and rolling hills supreme.
I pulled into the drive, camera in hand, and was met by Country Man. He greeted me with a smile and quick kiss, and off we were to see his new furry find.
And here, folks, is another thing of spring that makes my heart erupt with joy:
Country Man and his ranch hand friend came upon a momma and her seven babes. They placed them all in this red tub, left to do some more work, and came back to a tub laying on its side with two young ones left behind.
The long-snout creatures with ash circled eyes were a bit scared, and the female a bit wild.
My sister wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if we made a raccoon part of our little family. She often asks on the phone, “How is your elephant doing? The zebra?” She’s a funny one.
Baby coons won’t be coming to a household near here, though. Between Kitty, three Yorkies and two hunting dogs, I’d be worrying myself silly over that little thing.
But they sure are cute, aren’t they?
Country Man placed them back in the tub and we left, knowing their momma was anxiously lurking in the shadows to come back and claim her two remaining kin.
I hopped in my ride and headed for home.
What a good day.