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Hot—it apparently got up to 100 in Los Altos—and smoggy: the almost full moon was peach-colored when I walked the dog in the early evening. I had difficulty fitting all my laundry on the line.
Last night Monty demanded more food for himself and his siblings, and then I saw him chasing off a raccoon. This evening while I was watering in the back yard, the dog flushed out Ms Bella from under the overgrown tree. (She decamped about 3 feet away along the fence between two neighbors' yards.)
Not our yard, one in Palo Alto. I'd forgotten about this approach to front-yard landscaping; it's out of fashion because critters inhabit it.
Last night Monty demanded more food for himself and his siblings, and then I saw him chasing off a raccoon. This evening while I was watering in the back yard, the dog flushed out Ms Bella from under the overgrown tree. (She decamped about 3 feet away along the fence between two neighbors' yards.)
Not our yard, one in Palo Alto. I'd forgotten about this approach to front-yard landscaping; it's out of fashion because critters inhabit it.