I was walking in Quail Hollow the other day, when a rather large raccoon lumbered across the path in front of me. I saw him climb a tree, and then perch up where the trunk split. He sat for a long time, keeping a sharp eye on me. I fumbled for my camera, only to find its battery was dead! (If only I had taken a few less photos of woodland flowers that day!) He looked so like Lewis Carroll's Cheshire Cat--like a disembodied face up in a tree!
