My last entry for my homage to the raccoons is a friend that I made named Meatball. It was a baby raccoon who did not have a mom. Initially I thought his mom was out and about and he just came around being curious but the days passed and he was never with anyone, I don’t know what happened to her. One thing about raccoons, especially babies, is that they roll deep. They hang in groups, and at the very least with their moms. Meatball stayed high up in a tree and after a few attempts at fitting in with other babies and their mom, and getting chased away, he remained solo. So I took care of him as best I could without taking him home with me. And you guys know if raccoons were legal to have as pets in NJ, I would totally have one. (I was trying to film my foot so you can see how small he is. I’m a size 5).
So he pretty much stayed high in the tree as pictured and overnight would sleep inside the hollow of another tree. One night he went into the dumpster to eat garbage and I found him the next morning. I always check for raccoons and I make the garbage men check as well. I put a long branch in on an angle and they climb out, but he was scared. He came out eventually.
I fed him everyday. He made friends with a deer and eventually I stopped seeing him. They say males venture off to make new families so I hope that’s what happened and nothing bad. I’ll always remember him.
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Hi! Today I’m showcasing a different kind of furball friend in the woods. I know I am a cat page but I show you who I hang with in the woods, cats and all!
If you dislike them, I hope you’ll check all my posts today and change your mind. If not I am okay knowing that at least one of youz (yes I said Yooz!) will appreciate it, @brianpshull !!!
A couple of summers ago I fell in love with raccoons! Prior to that I felt like majority of people, SKURRED AS HECK of them. They were mother nature’s hooligans of the night as far as I knew!
When I started caring for my colony someone else was feeding them and leaving the food, not realizing the raccoons were wreaking havoc and eating everything. So I’d wait for him to arrive, and run down to where the raccoons lived to give them food so the cats could eat in peace, and it worked.
Spending time in the woods observing the raqz with their friends and family was amazing. They really look out for each other. The moms and the babies are so sweet to watch. And when the moms finally realized I wasn’t a threat, they would bring their babies out while I was around. I established a trusting bond with them, just like I have w/ the cats and deer. I don’t get too close and I don’t try to pet them, I love them from afar. People call me Snow White, but I relate more to Pocahontas. I ain’t taking no apples from strangers, ya hearrrd?! I am not encouraging anyone to feed or befriend raccoons, just sharing my experience and shining a light on these creatures that most of us are in the dark, literally & figuratively, about.