I mentioned previously that the Hecate‘s kits have been out and about in daylight, a sign they’re mature enough to handle themselves to Hecate’s satisfaction.
They’ve also become quite accustomed to me.
To the point they knock on our door should I not be out there quick enough with peanuts, cookies, dogfood, et cetera.
Ever been someone’s servant?
Ever been The Wild’s servant?
I don’t mind. It’s a welcome price to have Nature close at hand.
One by one they reveal themselves to us
As mentioned previously Hecate and her kits come out during daylight now. One aspect of this is that I get to spend more time with them.
Learning their names, for example.
Although this year’s kits seem much more interested in food than saying hello.
Kits these days.
But one young fellow, Mason, has shared his name.
A few years back one of the neighborhood (human) children asked me how I knew the animals’ names.
“I asked you your name, didn’t I?”
“Well, shouldn’t I show them the same respect?”
But they can’t tell you.
“Of course they can. You just have to be willing to listen.”
Hecate and her kits come out during daylight now. Fewer predators and a good supply of food, I’d guess.
This is not to suggest the children wander about unchaperoned.
Enter Matron Aunt Gracie.
You may remember Gracie. She’s appeared on her own and often with Hecate. They’re BFF, you know.
Gracie will fluff at first when Hecate’s tribe trundles out. They’re not delicate or subtle-footed, this brood.
Then she settles down. Remember toughguy Clyde (aka Brutus)? He’ll charge her. She’ll look down at him and spread her wings. He runs back to Hecate. She ignores him.
Sounds like my mother, my aunt, and me, come to think of it.
We’re learning each others’ names
I shared Hecate‘s revealing her kits to us in last week’s installment.
Proud mother that she is and knowing this Two-Legger always has a plentiful supply of peanuts and cookies, she’s brought them back many nights running.
Of course, this means they’ve gotten use to me.
Ever had raccoons get use to you?
They have no respect.
They run over my feet, paw my legs, stand up with their little paws out.
I feel like I’m in Oliver Twist. “Please, sir. More.”
Hecate, me thinks, is glad to have us as grand…parents? Her children definitely qualify as grandkits.
I mentioned Clyde in the last installment. We’re going with Brutus as a nickname. The smallest is Penelope. She’s always the last to come forward, the first to leave. I worry for her. You may remember Bess from a few years back. She didn’t make it.
Such is life in The Wild.
And without further adieu, more kits:
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.