I live close to the Raccoon River. The creek that goes through my land eventually reaches the Raccoon. I assume that this part of Dallas County has a lot of Raccoons and that is where the name came from. My friend Larry the Communicator would trap these varmints. I would trap them too if their pelt would jump off their bodies. I have trouble cutting into an animal without getting sick.
My youngest saw me cut the head off a pheasant and lost his appetite. My oldest saw me dock the tails off sheep and got queasy. It's a family thing. I prefer to look and listen to Raccoons.
When my dogs and I surprise a family of racoons they zip into the hollow of a tree. Often there is not room for the last one and the frightened, scolding chatter of the 'last coon out' drives my dogs crazy.
My favorite is when I quietly walk outside and look down the lane and a family of raccoons is wrestling. They play for quite a long time till they decide to race up a tree.
This is a gift that only the country life can give.
My youngest saw me cut the head off a pheasant and lost his appetite. My oldest saw me dock the tails off sheep and got queasy. It's a family thing. I prefer to look and listen to Raccoons.
When my dogs and I surprise a family of racoons they zip into the hollow of a tree. Often there is not room for the last one and the frightened, scolding chatter of the 'last coon out' drives my dogs crazy.
My favorite is when I quietly walk outside and look down the lane and a family of raccoons is wrestling. They play for quite a long time till they decide to race up a tree.
This is a gift that only the country life can give.
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