Distractions, reflections

David Ing, at large … Sometimes, my mind wanders

Our home is in downtown Toronto, where there’s still wildlife. There was a wailing just outside our bedroom window, and we spotted a baby raccoon without its mother nearby. The nest was under the eaves of the porch roof in the house two doors down.

The baby wailed and wailed. Neighbours and passers-by stopped to find out about the noise. It seems as though the mother might have wandered off, and the baby was hungry. Some neighbours threw up fruits and vegetables onto the roof, but the baby raccoon didn’t seem to want those.

May 31st, 2008

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