BACKYARD CRITTERS IN THE MIDWEST

MY GRANDSON'S LAB CORNERED A CRITTER

IN THE GIANT MAPLE TREE AND BARKED HALF THE NIGHT. IT WAS A VIRTUAL GAME OF HIDE AND SEEK WITHIN THE COVER OF A TREE ALREADY HOME TO HALF A DOZEN SQUIRREL FAMILIES AND SUSPICIOUS OTHER CRITTERS OF

VARIED SIZES AND SORTS. IT MADE A GREAT NIGHT

OF SHOOTING RACOONS

WITH HIS DIGITAL

CANON.

THERE WERE MANY OTHER IMAGES BUT FOR SOME

REASON, EACH IMAGE APPEARED THE SAME; IN EACH IMAGE

TWO WHITE DOTS, THE EYES OF THE ANXIOUS CRITTER, LOOKED ALMOST THE SAME, A LITTLE LARGER EACH TIME UNTIL THE RACOON

MADE A BREAK AND ESCAPED TO THE FREEDOM OF HIS NIGHT.