Our
backyard is now the Official Lover's Lane for raccoons. They are courting and
fornicating like rabbits! Never saw that in the seven years they’ve been
hanging around our home, so I guess that means our yard is now the number one safe
place to raise babies.
The
raccoons born last year are now on their own, and show up after dark for their
supper. They huddle by my porch door and peek in through the windows, looking
for me. Last night Herman was nose to nose with one who was craning his neck to
look around his royal floofy-ness to find me. When I stepped outside with a
bowl full of kibble, the youngster stood on his back legs and walked toward me
with his paws outstretched.
