By Nellie Curtiss . . . We live in Racoon Real Estate. With Spring almost here, I woke in the middle of the night and shuffled my way to the back of the cottage where the bathroom was. As I always do, I checked which “kitty” was on the deck. Adjusting the curtained backdoor window,Continue reading “Midnight snacks, scaredy-cats, and racoon burglars”
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