… there were three very, very, little raccoons …
… who, with their mum, firmly herding them, scooted across our back garden, where Mrs Widds and I were having an afternoon cuppa, before the mosquitoes and drizzle drove us inside, yet again.
I’ll be honest, I’m loving these cooler temperatures and wildfire-smoke-free skies, but I’d like to see the sun and some blue sky, more than once a week.
Anyway there we were, peacefully sipping our beverages, coffee for Mrs Widds and tea for me, when Mrs Widds quietly squeaked, she seldom squeaks, quietly or otherwise, so I looked in the direction she was squeaking toward.
The three little brown fluffballs accompanied by Mdme Raccoon completely ignored us as they traversed the scruffy lawn, which was in dire need of mowing, but the deal was when the sun decided to shine for two consecutive days then, and only then, would I haul out our ancient lawnmower and do the deed.
I was so enamoured of this raccoonish close encounter that I simply beamed at them and raised my cuppa in salute to what was obviously one of their first outings into the wide world.
They soon disappeared behind the neighbour’s shed to further their adventures elsewhere, or so I thought.
Mrs Widds squeaked again, and I had presence of mind, this time to dash inside and get my trusty cellphone/camera, while Mrs Widds kept me informed of the little darling’s peregrinations.
It turned out that the day’s adventures were over and the three baby raccoons were on their way to bed in … well, you’ll see.
(these are the best of the shaky and blurry shots I managed to get without having my glasses on)
Mdme Raccoon – “This way children.”
#1 – “I wanna go this way”
#2 – “Ooooh, what’s that over there?”
#3 – “I think I trod in something disgusting … and tasty.”
Mdme R – “Well, alright, you can stay up for five more minutes.”
#1 – “I think I heard a ghost. I’ll come in now.”
#2 – “Me too.”
#3 – “Well, I’m not staying out here all by myself, even though I’m not scared or anything.”
Mdme R – “Follow me then, and no dawdling.”
#2 – “Do you believe in ghosts?”
#3 – “Nah.”
#2 – I think I’ll go in anyway. It’s getting a bit chilly.”
#3 – “Wuss.”
#3 – “Um, well, I guess I’ll go in too.”
All quiet, up on the roof
In the grand scheme of things three little babies might not be important, but given the state of the grand scheme of these days, the adventures of three little babies just might be the most important thing ever.
Cue ‘Up On The Roof’ made famous by The Drifters, and of course, written by Carole King
Widdershins Worlds 
Oh wonderful.I’d have been squeaking too 🙂
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I may have squeaked a bit too! 😀
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😀
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Well captured.
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I almost didn’t get them because I was so entranced by them dancing across the lawn and climbing up through the bushes at the back of the shed. 🙂
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Lovely shots, Widds…
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Thanks. 😀 … not bad for a bunch of seat-of-the-pants shots. 🙂
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Fun photo story
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Even after 15 years in Canada, I still get gobsmacked by the wildlife. 😀
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I’ll bet
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Fantastic shots!
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Irresistible, fluffy, ring-tailed, babies! 😀
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Fantastic to see, thank you! Like our possums, but in fancy dress costumes as bank robbers… 😃
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Yep, I reckon somewhere way, way, back along their evolutionary line, they’re related. 😀
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How wonderful and delightful. I would squeal at such a sight too.
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And right in our own back yard! 😀
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Amazing – so utterly adorable 🙂
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Fluffy!!! 😀
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So darn cute you almost forget they can do real damage to an uncovered garbage can’s contents.
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😀 … which says more about the humans though, doesn’t it? 🙂
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It does. I have used that fact for a little piece of dialogue in Pride’s Children – makes me chuckle when I read who is going to be picking up the mess if he doesn’t fasten the lids properly. Animals go by their instincts: if it smells like food, they’ll try to get it. Humans know this – and should suffer the consequences if they don’t secure the garbage (and do).
He calls them “the little masked bandits,” so he can’t pretend he didn’t know.
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Awwww! Perfect instrumental accompaniment.
Raccoons! Their masks! Their hands and *almost* thumbs! I love them.
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Agree completely. 😀 … I know they have that ‘trash-panda’ reputation, but that says more about humans and their habits than the raccoons.
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Wonderful feeling to be providing the roof over their heads for a homeless family!
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Mama raccoons have been nesting in there for a few years now. I think this might be a second or third generation coming back. 😀
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