A raccoon died in the front yard. Not sure why. This morning we saw it hiding the garden. Occasionally it would move around-- walk a few feet and then curl up in a ball.
After an hour of this, it stopped moving. RO poked it with a stick and it didn't react.
I picked it up with a garden fork, carried it the bush at the rear of the property and flug it into the bushes.
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