Cuteness overload
The dog startled sleeping raccoons this morning. The mother scampered off leaving two small grumble-whistly balls of cuteness.
So I took my camera, found the telephoto lens (by asking Lorraine where it was) and headed down into the woods to sit patiently while being eaten by mosquitoes, hoping for a few photos.
Lots of bad photos of the baby raccoons being blurred beneath leaves. Then I made the mistake of whistling back at them. They went "Whee-tweetle-thirrp!" and tumbled out of the leaves towards me...
..and I discovered the problem with taking photos of baby raccoons with a telephoto lens is that a telephoto lens is the last thing you want when they're snuffling around your feet trying to figure out why you sound so much like their mother.
So I took my camera, found the telephoto lens (by asking Lorraine where it was) and headed down into the woods to sit patiently while being eaten by mosquitoes, hoping for a few photos.
Lots of bad photos of the baby raccoons being blurred beneath leaves. Then I made the mistake of whistling back at them. They went "Whee-tweetle-thirrp!" and tumbled out of the leaves towards me...
..and I discovered the problem with taking photos of baby raccoons with a telephoto lens is that a telephoto lens is the last thing you want when they're snuffling around your feet trying to figure out why you sound so much like their mother.
Labels: are you my mummy?, how cute does it get?, masonic raccoon pictures
