The Early Bird Gets the Worm

I am somewhat jealous of my husband's ability to spend more time relaxing in this new place. Last night he called after a sunset canoe trip with music in his voice about the sparky little otter that he saw near the dock working its way along the shore looking for fish. Otters are like hummingbirds in that they rarely sit still for very long, always poking and looking and diving and rolling.

Early this morning, while I was cleaning house for expected guests, he had gone outside to water the garden and then came back in to report seeing the lumbering awkward gate of a 'gang' of four very young raccoons crossing the front yard probably musing about what trouble they could stir up before the sun got too high and warm overhead. When they saw my husband, like a 'gang of four' they immediately rumbled off into the blackberry bushes their crimes would never be traced....