As you all know by now, I feed a steady stream of cats, possums and raccoons in my backyard…but mostly cats. About an hour ago, I was downstairs and I heard a symphony of Friskies-crunching that told me not only was a raccoon out there but probably a herd of them. When I went to look though, I saw evidence that such a group had just been there — a lot of wet coonprints around a near-empty supper dish…but I saw no raccoons. I stepped outside to refill the dish and suddenly noticed a tree near the dish was swaying a bit.
I looked up and there, clinging to the highest branch of the tree (about twelve feet up) were four small raccoons…or maybe five. Guess they heard me coming and fled to up there. I ran in, grabbed the camera, snapped some pics, replenished the dish and then went back inside so they could climb down and eat. They looked pretty scared up there so I didn't take a lot of photos but this one, I thought, gave a good idea of the scene. I know how they feel. There have been days when I've felt like hiding up there.