The above scene was viewed through the window of my brother's family's house outside Green Bay, Wisconsin, in early June. The raccoon has apparently cased the joint before and knew exactly where the precious bird feeders were kept.
We just don't have these views outside our windows in San Francisco. Though, to be fair, we do get to see the drunk stagger home from the bars at 2 am, bumping into cars along the street. So it's sort of the same thing.
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