All the raccoons seem to die in my backyard. There are now two perished which I will have to bury later today. K came in the bedroom weeping over the deaths. She is a mother and feels for the mother and children of all animals. Her compassion, sometimes hidden, has always made her beautiful.
nature has a way of knocking the wind out of you.
Ukulele's are a blast to play.
County stickers are due to be on vehicles today - I suppose I ought to go get one or two.
I've no interest in the goings on of wall street thought, again, I ought.
Now I need some wood, paint and a few other things that will go unmentioned as they are interesting only to myself and voyeurs.
chicago poetry. poetry for a people. poetry for a moment. poetry to satiate the need. poetry of an american outlaw. poetry for the best words in their best order. poetry by Jhon Baker
Friday, July 1, 2011
this makes 4 in a year.
what I felt it was all about:
a day in the life,
animal control,
observation
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I've got a motherless raccoon in my neighborhood, I swear it is not eating properly, lookin a bit skinny. The mother was shot up by a off duty police officer a month ago. I think I'll drop a few peanut butter sandwiches in the trash when I get home.
ReplyDeletecity stickers are such a drag.
We get a lot of hedgehogs snuffling around, but they usually go back into the woods.
ReplyDeleteSo sad after your last post.
I'm a voyeur.. well not really but it sounds interesting..
ReplyDeletepoor baby raccoon.. we have baby squirrels in the park at my job.. they like me and vice versa..