I walked into the dining room with supper for Miss Ellie, and spied this fellow deep in our little 2'X3' pond, washing his dinner.
He was promptly chased up a tree in an attempt to get him off the property - after all, we don't like cleaning up the mess these guys leave in our garbage cans.
An hour later, I could still hear him chittering away to himself up in the cedars. Then there was the sound of rustling, and I went to the window to see if he was indeed coming down from his perch.
Not at all.
What I heard in the bushes was the Mrs. and the kids coming home. Yup. It appears we have a whole family of 'coons living in our cedar trees.
Time to lock up the trash!