ozarque's Journal

Personal note in unseemly haste....
We didn't have enough to do before going to Conestoga this weekend, Providence decided, and so we were gifted with three toddler raccoons, who took up residence under our propane tank, hard by the bird feeder. They like birdseed, and have been joining the squirrel herd and the birds for breakfast each morning, and sometimes for an evening snack.

We caught one of them last night (in one of those traps that does the trappee no harm), and George has just left with the trap in the back of the truck. Step One is to take that raccoon down the road to a more appropriate location and turn it loose there; Step Two is to catch another one and repeat the process; Step Three is to do the same with the last of the group, so that when we leave for the con the place will no longer be a raccoon nursery.

Baby and toddler raccoons are incredibly cute; adolescent and adult raccoons are formidable animals that you do not want to have perceiving themselves as your very own livestock.

I am trying not to worry about the plan failing, so that there is one little lone raccoon here -- or one little lone raccoon at the more suitable location -- wondering where its siblings went.