Day 85: Don't tell me Bigfoot doesn't exist. I have evidence. Night before last, he entered my yard, dug a pit in the snow to ground level measuring a good 3 x 4 feet and a foot deep while scrabbling for sunflower seeds beneath the bird feeder. I followed his tracks to the garbage can where he was frustrated by the lid, at which point he left to visit the neighbour's more accessible refuse. That, my dear readers, is one whopping big raccoon. We do grow them big around here, but this is the largest track I have ever seen in my yard. My own hand would leave a mark only an inch or so larger from heel to fingertips.
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