Remember Hecate? Remember her kits?
There are few things as joyful as entertaining a troop of raccoons. One year we had four mothers and their kits, nineteen racoons in all, in our backyard.
It was wonderful.
We still have near nightly munchings in our backyard. Sometimes we have late afternoon munchings. Hecate always comes first and most forward, although as the kits mature they get bolder. None have walked over my feet or nibbled my toes yet and there’s still time.
You may also remember Beryl. I mentioned that we probably also had a Berylia. I thought I’d seen Berylia. There was a rabbit that seemed slightly smaller than Beryl but such evidence is hearsay and not admissible in court.
Yesterday afternoon, when I went out to feed Hecate and her kits – their names, by the way; Festus, Jules, Verne and ‘Tricia (not an abbreviation of Patricia, simply ‘Tricia, thank you, please) I saw Berylia and Beryl. No videos yet. Hecate took exception to their munching clover while her kits were close by.
So it goes. The joys of motherhood.
You never know, though…they might be wascally wabbits.
Our menagerie continues to grow.
Or their menagerie continues to grow. It depends on one’s point of view…
Anyway, meet Beryl The Rabbit (note that it is “Rabbit”, not “Bunny”. He scoffed at “Bunny”). Beryl showed up about a week ago, sitting calmly in our backyard, muching clover and other assorted greenleaf delicacies. We brought out some carrots. They were inspected then ignored.
Bugs this is not.
I believe we also have a Berylia out back. Few rabbits exist solo in the wild and it’s obvious Beryl has a warren by his (or their) comings and goings.
There’s also speculation that Beryl may be young. Years ago we had a rabbit hop through and you’d’ve sworn it was Harvey based on its size. I kept waiting for Jimmy Stewart to come through and offer me a martini (sorry, I’m a Scotch drinker).
Regarding size, the second video shows Beryl being occulted by Webster, one of our many squirrels.
They’re cute, they’re cuddly and they love to scamper over my toes
I mentioned in The Chuckster
hadn’t shared her kits with us.
I knew as soon as I wrote that that we’d be seeing kits either that night or next.
Sure enough, about two hours later…
Continue reading “We Got Kitted!”
He’s been here longer than we have, we thinks.
It’s been a while since I wrote about our backyard residents
. They’ve been around, I’ve been busy.
Hecate, last year’s racoon mother, is showing up once again, daily. We know she has kits, she’s not deigned to share them with us yet. No pics yet.
Her three surviving kits from last year, Sheldon, Veronica and Porgy, come by nightly and wait for me. It’s interesting to recognize that racoon memory spans years, like ours, and that they remember me from one season to the next, through their winter nocturnes, and associate me with…goodness? Food, definitely, and easy to get food at that.
Continue reading “The Chuckster”
“I like big breasts.” “Not me, I’m a leg man.”
I mentioned that we hadn’t seen Bill
, our resident Tom, for a while in It’s a Good Thing
We figured something wildlife-ish had happened to Bill. The Girls were around – all 21 of them! – and Bill, alas…no Bill for about a week.
Today, as Boo (our rescue Bassador) and I returned from our walk, I saw a herd (I know, the proper term is flock and these were moving like a herd. I’m an author. Live with it) of Turkeys heading into our backyard.
This didn’t surprise me. Our Turkeys have become the guardians of my writing. For reasons beyond my comprehension (but I’m sure I’ll discover because I’m starting a new story, A Raccoon’s Tale, that involves Three Turkeys playing Macbeth’s witches. Again, I’m an author. I’ve learned to live with it), they show up when I’m writing and leave when I’m finished. As I write off and on all day, it gets quite busy.
Continue reading “Two Toms a’ Struttin’”