July 28, 2014
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Six Little Bandits
It happened one sunny day. I was walking past the old house that I used to keep my chickens, ducks & geese in, when from upstairs I heard what sounded like kittens mewing for their mama. On a closer listen, it didn’t quite sound right. It sounded kind of like a backwards meow.
I got our tractor, raised the front end loader, and climbed up into the second floor. I’d never been in there before, as the door leading to the stairs was nailed shut. I could hear the little voices calling from under the floor, so I started ripping up floorboards.
I saw a little gray-and-black baby scampering away from me, and caught him. Eventually I found four little baby raccoons, and gathered them up. Upon checking a certain downstairs room, I found two babies, next to their mother. Their mother was a big old raccoon. Unfortunately for her, she had decided to live in that house, and had been regularly eating my poultry. I had put out some rat poison, and Mama Coon wouldn’t be eating any more chicken dinners. That meant the little ones were now my responsibility.
I put the baby raccoons in a rabbit cage I had laying around. After talking to my dad, I mixed a formula of milk, raw eggs and honey. The little buggers sucked it down eagerly.
After a few days, I knew they recognized me as their new mother, so I turned them loose. I would go out and make a call like their own, and they would come running, fighting each other to get their turn at the bottle.
I had them for a month or two. It was fun playing with them, and watching them play with each other, and our dog and cats. When they got older, two of them just naturally went wild. I found one back in the old chicken house, and caught him again. One I never caught again. Four of the other five, I turned loose where they could live as Nature intended.
That last little raccoon was as tame as any pet, and was a constant companion to my Blue Heeler dog. One time I got a call from a neighbor who lived about a mile and a half away from me, saying my dog was at their place. I drove there, looking the whole way for the little raccoon, but didn’t see him. Imagine my relief when, as I pulled up to the house, a little masked face peered around the corner at me. “Has your dog got a pet raccoon?” the neighbor asked, and we laughed. My little friend was okay, for now, at least.
I’ll always remember those times fondly, although later I wished I had turned that last little guy loose somewhere, too. He was trying to help my dog chase the cows out one morning, and was stepped on and killed. Rest in peace, my friend.
Image taken from www.247wildlife.com/raccoonphotos.htm
Comments (48)
Awww how cute they be! Glad they had someone who cared enough to keep them alive and safe.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwww!! Aw, they are so sweet! Aw, their mama died. Aw, to you for taking care of them. Aw, that the little fellow died. Great post! What wonderful memories for you! Thanks for sharing this today!
What a great story….where I used to live there was a wildlife center where you could take wild animals that were injured….or orphaned…
Charming story of a unique experience.Thanks for sharing.
Very sweet, thanks for posting this and making all of our hearts feel good.
I think I just shed a little a tear.
Aw, what a cute story.
Cuteee :]
I really enjoyed this post. At least now I can tell my husband that I am not the only rescuer around…dogs, cats, birds, ferrits, terripins, a snake or two, a rat, and an o’possum. I think that is all…but several of each at different times. Thanks for sharing. ~ mom
they are so sweet.. Sorry about you lil one who went on.
Awww, SO cute. Wonderful, albeit sad, story.
Cutee. Poor thing =/
Aww, I hate that it died. I’m sorry. My grandfather was just telling me yesterday about the raccoon that someone in his family had years ago. When they were churning butter the raccoon would sit with them and when someone would turn their back the raccoon would slowly ease the lid off of the churn then quickly stick his hand in and get cream all over his arm and lick it off then run away if he was caught. But he would come right back. =)
Too friggin cute!
That’s a neat story. It is sad you had to kill the Mama, but even sadder that the one you kept got killed.
Touching…happy and sad
A bittersweet ending, but an overall happy tale.It’s great that the majority of them were able to return to the wild.Very cool, that you would take care of them.As an animal-lover myself, I find that admirable.
They’re adorable!
oh wow! what a cool story- ending sucked but that’s life. i can’t help it, i know they are usually mean, but i love raccoons
My father has two raccoons. Remo and Izzy. Remo on occasion travels with my father. They are amazing, but Izzy is a little more wild. Remo is just like a little baby. It is awesome.
Sweet story, R.I.P. little masked side kick.
That’s a nice story.
Sweet that you kept them alive, instead of just abandoning them.
@Sighing_Woodpecker - Thanks! I could never abandon an animal that I could help.
I never saw my dad more ruthless then with racoons. They decimate everything country folk try to do (chickens, gardens, you name it).I mean my dad would trap them and blow their brains out.Though you and your story are very warm hearted, the feeling I got as I was reading your post was that you were harboring the enemy.
What a great story. We have about 17 acres, so we won’t try to get rid of our raccoons. However, I won’t put any more sunflower seeds in the tub for the birds unless it snows again, then I will bring it in at night. I don’t mind if they stay in the woods, but I don’t want them on my porch. They can’t reach our bird feeder, and we keep the trash cans in the garage until the morning of pick-day. We co-exist.
Aww they’re so cute when they’re babies.
Adorable little ones.
I am glad they found a great person to care for them as you did.
@LoBornlytesThoughtPalace - Haha. yeah I’ve killed them, too. A whole family of them, with my trusty shotgun.
Reminds me of a Farley Mowat book.
Cute :]
sad story. = i’d have been afraid they’d grow up to eat me in my sleep.
awww good story! i love that you took care of the animals. you could have just killed them and you didn’t. there’s a special place in heaven (for those that believe) for people who take care of animals
Raccoons are awesome.
this had me awwing and smiling…but the end made me sad. what a heartwarming time for you and them.
awww what a touching story. sorry he got trampled
I know you have posted this before but it is no less charming the second time around. I never ever get tired when someone is showing their hear.
awww
Aww! I can totally imagine you taking care of them! What a sweet story.
This was a great story!!!
thanks for re posting this story as it is a nice story. wild should stay wild but nothing says we cant intervene and help them out. it has been years since i have seen the coon around my place or even any evidence that it is still around. which is ok by me as i have enough problems with other animals that make a mess for me. lol
this is so heart warming.
That is such a sweet story. It made me smile.
Aww, what a sweet story <3
Cute story, sucky ending, but hey. What can you do? Adorable picture.