If today is Groundhog Day, yesterday was Raccoon Day. Rose was barking outside for much longer than usual, and when Richard went to investigate he found a raccoon on the other side of the fence, nose through the fence, looking longingly at our dog.
In the summer a raccoon can climb that fence in no time, but yesterday's raccoon was kind of groggy. Was it sick? Still half hibernating? Had it been tapped by a car?
Richard chased it away from the fence by throwing snowballs. (He'll use any excuse to throw snowballs.) This morning he saw the tracks, where it had come down the hill from the neighbors and then had gone back.