Tag: Raccoons

I mentioned in Fingers Are Tasty, Too, Two-Legger that some of our children are…feisty.

Specifically, I mentioned the need for nibbling preventive toeware.

You thought I was kidding?

So far no wounding, no bloodying, but I’m staying on my guard.

And they are patient.

 

One of the joys of surrogate parenting is counting digits to make sure all is well.

Not theirs, mine.

Remember my mentioning that one little feller was going to be trouble?

His name is Samuel and I was right.

He’s a toe nibbler.

Nothing serious as of yet.

Although he keeps a’tryin’.

Give him time…or me coming out in my slippers…and he’s bound to get one of mine.

 

Remember being called to dinner?

Was there a mad rush in your house as everyone took their seat at the table?

All the day’s hard labor forgotten around the laughter and banter, the teasing and catching up on each others’ activities away from home?

Who was seen flirting at the bus stop?

Who was caught taking apples from Farmer Duhlgren’s orchard?

And what did mother spend half a day preparing? With fresh steaming biscuits for the gravy?

Yeah, it wasn’t like that at my house, either.

But here’s a happy family, so let’s enjoy their pleasures with them.

 

Sometimes you gotta deal with wet.

Not intentional wet, like when you go crayin’ or fishin’, clammin’ or snailin’ down at the crik, here we talkin’ sky-openin’ hell duck-for-cover it’s-a-comin’ rain.

Oh, alright…so it’s not the apocalypse. More like a good, soaking rain needed by farmers, family gardeners, and municipal water supplies alike.

Or raccoons.

We have two buckets in our backyard and wildlife often avails themselves of them. We’ve had deer, coyote, wolf, opossum, lots of birds, and of course, raccoons take a sip.

The raccoons more often take a dunk.

Of cookies.

Obsessive cleaners, they.

You’d think they’d wear masks with all this Covid stuff going around.

 

Ah, the good life.

To be able to kick back, relax, have a little nosh with some friends.

We document behaviors we’ve seen through the generations.

Sitting on one’s butt while eating, for example, goes back to the first raccoon who befriended us, Rocky.

It’s fascinating to trace behaviors and physical characteristics back through generations of wildlife.

Not to mention it can be amusing.

Watch and enjoy