Momma raccoons can't be far behind with two babies like this warding off the dogs. We moved on before Annie and Phisher had their faces ripped off by Mrs. Raccoon.
We made it to the top of the bluff without getting lost this time...and made our way back down too. On Day 3, Tilly and I had gone for a walk to the top of the bluffs, got turned around, and wound up coming down the wrong side of the hill. We descended through some guy's pasture, and then had to walk about 2 and a half miles to get back to the house. Oh well. Good memories.
I am biased, but I have just never seen a prettier girl anywhere.
Fresh from the Amish to your dinner table. Tilly loved it. I think we could live out there every summer.
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