Tag: Raccoons

This is My Bucket

Ah, possession.

To possess. To be possessed.

Better than being processed, I guess.

Oy. I’m rhyming.

Sometimes I think rhyming is like two-timing.

(i’m doing it again)

Here we have a lovely raccoon claiming her world via her butt.

Possession is 9/10s of the law, I’m told, and I will not argue the point with her.

Not while she’s eating anyway.

 

Two Young Ladies Watching a Little Boo Butt

There is mirth in The Wild. One might not think it so, especially considering the common “knowledge” that there is no intelligence in The Wild.

This from a species which has only been on the planet some 2-400,000 years.

Consider the age of most other species and we are, indeed, the new kids on the block.

But there is mirth.

Often hidden, and there.

Especially when you catch some raccoons checking out a little Boo butt.

Such shameless hussies…

 

Fenwick Dines

I mentioned in Smart Critters, Each and Every One both male and female Raccoons are glorifying us with their presence.

To prove my point, behold Fenwick, a might male raccoon.

A rather direct and focused eater, Fenwick doesn’t entertain small talk. He prefers Two-Legs get to the point ASAP.

Said point being, “Here’s your peanuts, Fenwick.”

I like that about The Wild.

Not a lot of putzin’ around. Let’s do it, get things done, there’ll be time for chatting later.

Yeah, right, most of them take off after they’ve filled their bellies.

How male, huh?

 

Smart Critters, Each and Every One

Ah, Glorious Raccoons.

(you have to include that “Glorious” part or they get cranky)

Tonight we entertain several of these furry beasties, at this point recently awoken from their winter slumbers.

I’ve noted previously that Raccoons don’t truly hibernate so much as go dormant.

So perhaps, more correctly, “…recently awoken from their winter dormancy.”?

In any case, several Raccoons deigned to join us on this fine, crisp, slightly past mid-winter’s eve.

Thank Hrycuna (the Raccoons‘ diety. Also their language) we regularly stock up on peanuts, dog food (they prefer the bacon flavor to the chicken flavor), and cookies (we haven’t found their faves, peanut cookies, in several years. If you know where we can find them, do tell.
Better yet, send us a box. Oh, come on, at least one or two packs. We’ll take it from there).

It is too early in the season for their kits to be about. It’s doubtful the females have kitted at this time. Far too early in the season.

Another indication is that both male and female gather together (“…to ask…Hrycuna’s blessing…”) at the baskets. Mothers near term and those with kits will challenge males and force them elsewhere.

Reminds one of Virginia Graham‘s Girl Talk…

 
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