Tag: Raccoons

Little Mother Returns

For the past thirteen years one of my great joys is the return of Raccoon. I mentioned my first Raccoon encounter with Rocky aka Rockalina many times and still tear up thinking about her.

She was such a gentle soul. Petite by the standards of Raccoon we’ve seen over the past few years.

And each year the little mothers return. This young lass is the first of 2022’s mothers. The warmer weather has already had several little mothers return this year, 2023.

I may get to their videos next year.

You never know…

 

A Glorious Grouping

Once again, Raccoons gather.

We’re always so happy when our little furballs return in the Spring. I’m posting this in Feb ’23 and I recorded it in Mar ’22, just shy of a year ago.

Usually they come out of winter a tad leaner than these stout ladies here.

Leaner and often after a bit of raccoon loving, their bodies not yet swelling with kits waiting to be born.

We watch them bulk, make sure they have protein and fats, a good mix, so their teats will be full to nurse their young.

And then, a month or two later, kits!

But for now, a glorious grouping of garrulous girls.

Enjoy.

 

Cautious Dining

A new guest arrived at Chez Carrabis a while back, an at-the-time unnamed skunk.

We’ve had skunk before.

And truth be told, they are a fun lot.

Some say skunk are quick-tempered.

Not so those who dine with us.

Although we, like Raccoon, start cautiously.

No need to be foolhardy.

Mostly our visiting skunk stay to themselves. The juveniles – one being the Larry mentioned in the video – are more willing to hobnob. The elders – Ferdinand, as also mentioned in the video, being one – are quite pleasant once they get to know you.

If nothing else, they’d rather trundle off than give offense.

Oh, how I wish Two-Legs were the same.

Enjoy.

 

Hecate et al Dine

Our beloved Hecate returned from last Winter’s nap complete ready and raring to go.

We think of her as the Queen of Raccoons.

Or so she tells us.

As noted previously, we’ve known this Hecate for several years now. She remains feisty and vital.

And I know this year if not next will be the last we see her.

I wonder if there is a Raccoon Graveyard deep in The Wild, a place they go for their final rest.

It both saddens and gladdens me so. We’ve known so many raccoons in our time.

People ask if we’d ever move. “Who’ll take care of the WildLife?” I ask.

Who indeed.

In the meantime, enjoy.