After "the tumult and the shouting dies and the captains and the kings depart" will we ever know if Kavanaugh really did it or not? (Out of context quote from the poem "Recessional", by Rudyard Kipling I believe.)
The more I think about that racoon video, the more I think there must have been an unnatural food source nearby. Not just what the flautist may have scattered, but something permanent like a garbage dump. Raccoons are not normally social animals, and there were way more of them in the video than should have been gathered together in one place at one time. On the other hand, if food was their primary motivation, why wasn't there any sign of competitive aggression? Maybe there is magic in the man's music after all.
Back in the 1970s, when we were living in Indian River, I saw a young woman on a public beach, probably Burt Lake State Park. She was sitting on the ground in the classic Buddhist Lotus Position with a look of calm serenity on her face, and dozens of baby duckies were literally swarming all over her. Several mother ducks hovered near by, patiently waiting for their babies to finish their play date with the nice lady. The babies were not more than a week or two old, too young to have been trained for this unusual behavior by the lady in question. My only guess is that their mothers deliberately brought them to meet the woman, with whom they must have been previously acquainted. I didn't get to ask the lady about it. I was momentarily distracted and, when I looked back, the woman and the ducks were all gone.
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