|Awaiting extradition to the outer reaches of Ocean Springs|
As a follow up to last week's post (and also another), there's good news.
We have relocated one raccoon that was trapped in our back yard.
Another entered a trap last night, and this afternoon we will go relocate that one. I don't know if there are anymore, but we'll probably find out later today upon returning home. They do tend to make noises in the late afternoon and at night.
It's Tuesday, so we are at Coffee Fusion in Ocean Springs, MS. It is one of our favorite places to go to get out of the house. I'm having a large latte with skim milk and sugar-free vanilla flavoring. Linda is having her traditional Darjeeling tea.
Wife Linda, who suffered a stroke on Good Friday, is out of in-house rehabilitation at Singing River Hospital in Pascagoula and is now engaged in out-patient rehab in Ocean Springs.
We are continuing to try to do normal things, although Linda has a ways to go to get back to full strength. On Sunday we traveled to my mother's for a Memorial Day celebration of boiled shrimp, potato salad and some sweet deserts. My brother and sister and their spouses were also there.
We've been to Wal-Mart, will go there again today and are planning to go to Lowe's later this morning and may stop off somewhere else if Linda is not feeling too tired.
But she's determined and working on it. Out-patient rehab is now at three days a week for at least through June. The other two week days, she's involved in at-home rehab doing exercises that have been recommended.
Back to the raccoons.
A school-bus driving buddy of mine said I could bring my catches to his house which is about four miles away.
He is apparently the neighborhood "raccoon man." When we took the raccoon in the trap toward his back yard (it was about 5 p.m.) 10 or 12 raccoons came running out of the woods looking for the food that he takes to them each day.
He has a trough he dumps the food into and they just line up side by side to partake of the goodies.
Upon releasing my catch, the critter darted into the underbrush as quick as he could.
That was OK by me.
On another note, we're looking forward to our early July camping trip to, where else, the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.
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