Tuesday, December 20, 2011

the other side of oranges

It seems incredible that we're setting out for England for Christmas, when it's sunny and warm here in Los Angeles, and the oranges are just ready and ripe on the tree.  Ripe oranges also means ... Raccoons!  They live, or at least temporarily lodge, in our big cypress trees out front, and gorge themselves on oranges, tearing into them with their big sharp claws, neatly bisecting them, and sucking out the insides like a hungry sports team at half time.  And all the little shreds of peel makes it look as though they're into marmalade making ...

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