Here's the fellow who's been digging my mint out of the pot and eating it. I caught him (on camera) yesterday morning.
We also saw a raccoon at the top of a maple tree in the park the other evening: a ball of fur around which a family of crows was going berserk, making a terrible din and darting towards it with their beaks. Presumably the raccoon was feasting on the eggs from their nest; anyway it wasn't going to budge. Another one was delicately dining on the dinner set out by René Chartrand for the stray cats on Parliament Hill, near Queen Victoria's statue.
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