The big bully raccoon was back this morning. Poor Ginger was the victim. When I heard the ruckus, I stuck my head out of the door and shouted, "Stop that!" The bully stopped biting Ginger and ran off, but Ginger stayed where she was (maybe she does recognize me!). A few minutes later when I looked out, the bully had come back, but appeared to have learned that causing a fight will make the angry lady appear. Instead of launching an attack, the bully was slowly and inexorably backing up to Ginger and simply pushing her off her little pile of peanuts. She snapped and snarled, but the bully rolled up into a ball so she had nothing to get hold of. Ginger gave up and wandered off. There weren't many peanuts left by then, anyway.
