I mentioned a while back that Hecate showed signs of being kitted.
Do I know my raccoons or what?
This video is four segments shot within a few minutes of each other. Hecate’s five kits (prolific, ain’t she?) didn’t all get into the frame simultaneously. One would race forward, one would dart back. Two would go to the water bucket, two would come to get peanuts.
The joys of surrogate fatherhood.
Anyway, more for us to be proud of.
The one kit who always comes forward no matter what is either Clyde or Brutus. He hasn’t decided on his name yet. He’s darker furred than the other kits. And he likes to nibble toes. Mine.
Such is life.