This morning, just after I got up, I went out to the kitchen and fired up the coffee grinder and turned on the kitchen light. Out if the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of movement on the bird feeder.
A raccoon and a large one at that. It was scurrying down the pole and hightailed it out of the yard. But not before managing to spill all the seeds out often he feeder on to the ground.
The mourning doves didn’t seem to mind, though. They just began their morning ritual,on the ground.
I hope this masked marauder doesn’t keep coming back.
Life Unfolding 