The Wild is full of patterns.
Learn those patterns and you can be The Wild’s friend.
Over all our years of interacting with raccoons, we’ve come to know their patterns.
Especially those that aren’t listed on “official” websites as “raccoon behavior.”
But realistically, why should The Wild follow the guidelines of some “official” website?
We watch Hyacinthe and know what it means.
For now, she dines.
We have many raccoons. Most of them are quite social.
Chester, for instance.
Chester, you may notice, has a somewhat ratty tail.
A few years back we had another raccoon with a ratty tail.
Makes one wonder if they’re related.
We do monitor blood lines. Behaviors and distinctive features seen years ago surface now and again. We recognize Hecate‘s children by the white dot on their nose, a physical trait inherited from her. Sometimes the behaviors and features are so distinctive we know genetics must be at work.
Many years ago Serge came to visit. He dunked his food. Every year save one we’ve had at least one raccoon who dunks their food.
And all our raccoons, we think, are descendants of Rocky.
But for today, here’s Chester.
Say hello, everyone.
There is a joy in caring for The Old Ones.
I find a joy in caring for The Old Ones.
I don’t want to supplant the natural ways. Evolution has designed each to be the epitome of their moment in time.
To be trusted…
More than trusted, accepted, by a wild animal. To recognize it knows you will not harm it, will cause it no pain, will let it be what it is intended to be.
What a gift.
What a gift.
Each year we welcome at least one new family of raccoons into our yard. I shared our abundance of waking raccoons in Early March Raccooning, when last year’s kits and parents woke up hungry and looking for food.
One young lass, Hyacinthe, has frequented us regularly and, as we’ve learned, has five healthy kits (vids to follow at some point).
We also suspect she’s one of last year’s kits as she showed no fear of me and graciously took food from my hand.
Say hello to Hyacinthe, all.
Last week I shared Turkeys on the mating prowl in Two and a Half Toms. We continue the theme of Spring awakenings with today’s early March raccooning.
In early Spring all the Sleepers waken. Most are familiar with Bear. We have two, Horace and Lucien, who parade and not recently. Raccoons are not true sleepers, they do not hibernate, but they will go into prolonged sleep states to conserve energy. The pack it on before the snows hit and when they do rouse, they are hungry.
Case in point, these lovelies.
They come out in groups while remaining individuals. Kind of like everybody going to the club then going their separate ways in the hopes of nocturnal success.
I can write things like that because, in my younger days, I was among them.
No, not raccoons, clubbers.
Sometimes my early life’s behaviors disgust me.
But they do make good story fodder.