|In which we find raccoon prints on the trail...|
I took the lead after that, as the undergrowth in the forest was quite thick and full of brambles. Harlow followed behind me, occasionally calling for help when a bramble caught in her coat and she couldn’t pull herself free. It wasn’t long before I spotted something that I thought Harlow would be interested in.
“What is it, da Momma?” she asked, looking at the tracks in the damp soil.
“Raccoon tracks,” I told her.
She looked puzzled. “What is a raccoon?”
“Well, it’s an animal that has a mask and a striped tail.” I pulled out the notebook. “Let’s make a note of it, and you can look up raccoons when we get home.” I carefully wrote “10:03am – found raccoon tracks.”