Sitting with my coffee at 8 a.m. this morning – watching as one after another, SIX young raccoons emerged from the shrubbery and climbed up the ivy wall to the left, on their way home. They sleep at the top somewhere. Six. The city is doomed.
10.30. Since you guys like raccoons so much, I’m adding a not-great pic I took of the one who wanted to come and have breakfast with me.