Thursday, 17 March 2011

The Black Hand

I went out to do a bit of gardening today, seeing it wasn't raining. But the air was chilly, so it wasn't long before I returned to the basement door to put my tools away. And there it was on the door frame: the Black Hand!

It definitely hadn't been there yesterday. I wonder if it's a sign to other raccoons that this place has potential as a new refuge or, worse, a restaurant. Hope not.

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