Mark's Little Guy

As I've said before, we've been feeding the neighborhood critters, which have lately included a couple of small raccoons - the one with the damaged hand and another 'little guy,' Mark's favorite, who literally knocks at the door looking for food and is particularly fond of dog kibble. We suspect that this, like most 'good deeds' will not go unpunished. But we can't resist the little bandits so we just hope they don't do us any damage. Optimistic, huh?

Anyway, we are trying not to get too attached. Given that one already has lost fingers to some misdeed, it seems likely that more threats will come their way. We at least aren't 'naming' them - and every time we speculate about the proper pronoun to use to refer to one or the other, Mark insists that whether it is 'him' or 'her' should only be of interest to another raccoon.

Well, evidently it WAS of interest to another raccoon. It was obvious this afternoon that Mark's 'little guy' is actually a nursing mother.

I just know a half dozen babies are thriving under our deck.