Thursday is trash day.  Rain was headed our way.  I could see it on the online radar loop.  I had collected our trash from various wastebaskets and left the collection in the kitchen.  Sylvia then added the garbage, closed the bag and sat it by my car.  We usually meet our son for lunch on Thursdays, and so all of that is just part of the routine.

After checking my favorite blogs, I went into the kitchen.  The trash was gone and Sylvia was outside.  We would not be meeting our son, because he was out of state on business.  I retrieved the trash and carried it down to the roadside for the trash hauler to take away.  On that errand I saw signs in the driveway–signs of life, and [perhaps] death.

For those of you who do know scat, perhaps you can confirm that this was left by a raccoon.  This “sign” has been there for a couple of days.

This is newer and has some other stuff in it.  At times like this, I realize that I don’t really know scat.  Perhaps I know enough to spot this as emanations from a raccoon.  Signs of life and well fed critters by the looks of things.

What does this wad of fur mean?  Was there a fight in the driveway the previous night?  Did a vulture burp this out as he flew over.  I don’t know–not very good at sign language.

This was my favorite sign in the driveway.  These blossoms are growing in a nearly invisible crack in the edge of the pavement.  It brightened my day and improved my outlook.  What makes you feel better?