Last night sounded like raccoons were running a relay race on our (metal) roof. They do this a lot but lately have been ramping up the action. Mostly because of the five babies that two mama 'coons have been depositing up there to keep them out of trouble while they eat on the terrace below. The other night one baby was nursing just outside the sliding glass door. It's interesting they feel so comfortable around us. We are up to 13 raccoons, the occasional skunk or possum, and a vegetarian fox (he always grabs a piece of fruit and ignores the others and the dog food scattered about). The nightly cafe opened up two years ago when they became attracted to the food I put out for the stray cats that hang around. Needless to say, I don't keep any koi or goldfish in the koi pond anymore!
Having lived in the east and the west, I've found myself back in my home state of the south - not the 'deep' south; we like to think of ourselves as pioneers and our state as the 'jumping off place' to beginning a westward journey, like so many migrating pioneer families considered us to be in the 1800s.
My husband "Excy" and I run a wild mustang sanctuary (www.wingspur.org -- that's our 'wild bunch' running across the header up there), and are being bossed around by tons of wild and domestic animals. We seldom get a chance to get away anymore, but that's okay.
I am a former magazine editor and was working for a national nonprofit when I had to go on disability in '97. Now I freelance articles and edit for a publishing house and private clients. Like most everyone out there, I have a few screenplays and mostly-completed novels in a drawer. I'm also failing to learn how to play the hammered dulcimer. Can't read music, just play by ear. But I have slowly mastered some civil war-era and folk songs.
I started blogging because a friend thinks I'm funny and I'd be good at it, and because it's way more fun than Facebook.