Tag: Raccoons

I mentioned In Beryl the Community Organizer that Hecate’s kits have grown.

I wouldn’t want you to think I was fooling you.

No, Hecate’s kits have grown. Sometimes she lets them dine with her, more often it’s not a happy family. The Wild doesn’t sanction children living at home beyond their years, something they often remind me when we see Two-Legs coming to-and-fro in the neighborhood.

I explain about college loans and dwindling economy. They laugh. They ask if I’ve ever heard of “loss of habitat” or “environmental collapse”.

Touche’, Old Ones.

In any case, Hecate’s kits:

Do you noticed that not a one of them has their cellphone at the table?

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.

I mentioned in The Chuckster that Hecate 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!”

It’s been a while since I wrote about our backyard guests.

Not for lack of guests.

Euste and Vasch are regulars, as are Agnes, Francesca and The Girls. Ophelia and Oaps are constant visitors. Haven’t seen Bill in a while. More hens, less Toms. They probably like it that way. And I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention The Coyotes. Such a delight, under the full moon’s light, they.

A few nights back, long before the recent Nor’Easter, the Kids and Mom came back, aka Hecate, Sheldon, Veronica and Porgy.

Porgy came up and asked if I wanted him to take my picture.

Mighty neighborly, don’t you think?

He settled for a cookie and some peanuts.

It’s a good thing.