I just spent my supper watching two baby [teenage?] raccoons.
They were adorable.
But they shouldn't have been out then, not underneath the bird feeder so early, far too early in that I could see them easily -- and what if I'd been dangerous to them? Most humans are. They're too small to compete with any grown coons. :( Probably not more than three months old, easy.
No pictures, no. Not my division.
And they were past the deck railings, so what I could see would make a difficult picture, even if I'd been so inclined.
Too oblivious, though, these two; I know something will eat them, probably quite soon. It wasn't until more people went outdoors that the little coons even noticed a thing, they were too busy eating -- for over a half hour. They either lost their mother, or she sent them packing.
I wanted very much to feed them. They were cute, too cute. I felt for them, little lost things hunting food. Poor little ones.
I don't want something to eat them. Wish I had a choice in that. Good luck, little darlings. May the Great Maker watch over you, so I can watch you wrestle in future nights over fallen seeds. I won't know you then, not when you're grown up. But I can hope, can't I? Live, little ones, live and grow up.
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