It's A Raccoon, no it's a Possum, no it's a coyote!
I love country living but I'm not too crazy about living here alone and having a variety of wild critters come under my carport and wander through my yard.
Country living is nice but "critters" are something else. I love it when a small herd of deer wander into the field across the road about 200 foot away. There is something so beautiful and graceful about deer until one steps in front of you as you drive down country roads. My daughter was visiting last week and we had run over to the house I rent 3 miles away from my son't home and a deer was by the side of the road. Mary Ann started freaking...the deer meandered out into the road and sort of made it's way across the road. I told her how often I see deer at night, especially coming home from church, and she couldn't believe it.
Then there are the nights that the top on my "herbie" kept flopping and banging. I walked out under my carport to find a raccoon peeping out from the inside of the garbage. I tried tying down the lid and it ate through the sting and then I got a rope and tied down the lid. Night after night that thing came and banged on the can and scratched on my screens. And, oh yes, the night that I came home from church and saw a critter standing on the back steps like it wanted in, I wondered, "Did I forget to put the cat in the house before I left?" No indeed, it was a raccoon sort of growling at me standing on it's back legs...
Then there are the possums that don't seem to care whether you want them around or not. Those greasy little devils are ugly and hiss at you when you try to run them off the carport.
And, they coyotes, only seen 2 in three years but there is something bout seeing a coyote standing in a field or wandering around cattle that gives me the "willies".
Anyway, I still love country living in Kentucky. It's not like country living when I was a kid in Tennessee for sure.
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I once lived in the country. I looked out the window one day when my mom said, "That's a huge dog on the drive way." But when it reared on its back legs and let out an odd noise I freak out and said, "mom, that's a bear cub!" we made sure we didn't entice it to come closer, we backed away from the window, and it soon left.
LOL, that was the first and last time I was ever that close to a Black Bear. Of this I am glad.