We have many raccoons. Most of them are quite social.
Chester, for instance.
Chester; you may notice, as a somewhat ratty tail.
A few years back we had another raccoon with a ratty tail.
Makes one wonder if they’re related.
We do monitor blood lines. Behaviors and distinctive features seen years ago surface now and again. We recognize Hecate‘s children by the white dot on their nose, a physical trait inherited from her. Sometimes the behaviors and features are so distinctive we know genetics must be at work.
Many years ago Serge came to visit. He dunked his food. Every year save one we’ve had at least one raccoon who dunks their food.
And all our raccoons, we think, are descendants of Rocky.
But for today, here’s Chester.
Say hello, everyone.
There is a joy in caring for The Old Ones.
I find a joy in caring for The Old Ones.
I don’t want to supplant the natural ways. Evolution has designed each to be the epitome of their moment in time.
To be trusted…
More than trusted, accepted, by a wild animal. To recognize it knows you will not harm it, will cause it no pain, will let it be what it is intended to be.
What a gift.
What a gift.
Each year we welcome at least one new family of raccoons into our yard. I shared our abundance of waking raccoons in Early March Raccooning, when last year’s kits and parents woke up hungry and looking for food.
One young lass, Hyacinthe, has frequented us regularly and, as we’ve learned, has five healthy kits (vids to follow at some point).
We also suspect she’s one of last year’s kits as she showed no fear of me and graciously took food from my hand.
Say hello to Hyacinthe, all.
Sometimes I wake late in the night (or early in the morning) with something write downable.
It’s an authoring thing.
When I do, I check for guests.
Never know who may be joining me at the table.
It’s comforting to know The Old Ones are out and about.
Case in point, Opinetta the opossum.
Often, knowing our guests are taken care of, I write more profoundly.
Not necessarily better, merely with more energy.
It’s a good thing.
Sometimes our indoor children have discussions with our outdoor guests.
Most times they tolerate each other.
Ghost, our indoor cat, barely gives a nod when someone shows up.
Boo lets us know when various Old Ones are about.
He sometimes whines at the door. Translation, “The raccoons are here.”
Or he’ll sit and stare out a window. Translation, “The turkeys are here.”
A low growl. “We have an opossum visiting.”
And then there’s the huff. Sometimes it’s a huff with a bounce on his front feet. Usually means something doglike is on “his” turf.
Quite territorial, he.
Fortunately, our canid wild isn’t quite as territorial as he.
As you can see here, Samuel the Coyote basically says, “Yeah, okay. A dog. Sheesh. Chill, Bro. Yo! Two-Legs! Want to put a muzzle on that inhospitable pup of yours?”
Boo has learned not to be so challenging.
We go out and see to our guests, then promptly come back in and give both him and Ghost treats.
Lets them know these Old Ones are our guests. There are rewards for treating them with respect.
Not sure how to teach Two-Legs the same thing, though.