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=hilarious start to my birthday
Don't worry, K wrestled the jar off the raccoons head before it lost any (of its precious few) braincells (and, in deepest appreciation for his life-saving rescue, the juvenile raccoon proceeded to chase K across the yard, hissing). The family consensus was that the raccoon must be male -- we just couldn't imagine a female anything asking herself "hey, I wonder what would happen if I stuck my big ol' head in that little jar?" Ah, the country life...
Later today, the sheep shearer is coming. Risque naked photos of Shetland sheep to be posted later!
(I can only imagine the spike in traffic my blog will get with "risque, naked, sheep" as potential search terms... sorry to disappoint, pervs!)
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