I almost spoiled Sunday brunch.

This morning I was busy installing an electrical outlet in the storage area upstairs next to the office. That is cautious work to insure you don’t electrocute yourself or burn something down. I had to find the wires in the wall and then figure out which breaker would kill the power and stuff like that. Since this is an attic like area there is no insulation in the roof area so about halfway through I started hearing loud noises on the roof. My first thought was that squirrels were on the roof but that didn’t make sense because we don’t have many squirrels around and certainly none that come out of the woods to the house. I figured that I would look into it when I got done. But then as is always the case when doing these little projects I needed a tool I didn’t have with me so I headed to the garage.

I should note that this morning while sitting at the table having a delicious slice of pecan coffee cake and a glass of refreshing orange juice I noticed something in the middle of the back yard so when I finished that wonderful breakfast interlude I went out to see what it was. It turns out that it was a dead animal. At first glance I couldn’t tell what it was as it was somewhat mangled. But then I noticed the little tine human hand like paws and that made me think that it was a raccoon and we do have one that lives down by the back creek. My bet is that the raccoon and Wylie Coyote didn’t see eye to eye over something. So since I had planned to install an electrical outlet this morning I figured I’d come out when I got done and get the shovel and gather up the carcass and bury it in the woods.

As I came down the stairs I quickly solved the mystery of the loud noises on the roof. As I looked out the window into the back yard I noticed that Sunday brunch was underway with a raccoon carcass for the main course.

Once again for the second time this year I can use this metaphorical statement. They were attacking that carcass like old folks at the all you can eat.

While all this was taking place the vegetarian vultures just stood and watched.

Within about a half hour everything was eaten and they were gone, off to the next all you can eat I suppose.

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