It was a strange sound, an animal sound. Perhaps even an animal-in-distress sound? It wasn’t a bird, we thought, probably, though it was a little screechy-chittery like a bird.
I heard it when I got up in the morning, through our bedroom window and through the open bathroom skylight, though there was nothing to see out either of those windows.
I went downstairs. I looked out the front window.
And that’s when I saw the mother raccoon, screeching and chittering as she desperately circled and scratched at and poked at the Hav-A-Heart trap we’d baited with a raw salmon tail.