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As a follow up to last week's post (and also another), there's good news.
We have relocated one raccoon that was trapped in our back yard.
Another entered a trap last night, and this afternoon we will go relocate that one. I don't know if there are anymore, but we'll probably find out later today upon returning home. They do tend to make noises in the late afternoon and at night.
It's Tuesday, so we are at Coffee Fusion in Ocean Springs, MS. It is one of our favorite places to go to get out of the house. I'm having a large latte with skim milk and sugar-free vanilla flavoring. Linda is having her traditional Darjeeling tea.
Wife Linda, who suffered a stroke on Good Friday, is out of in-house rehabilitation at Singing River Hospital in Pascagoula and is now engaged in out-patient rehab in Ocean Springs.
We are continuing to try to do normal things, although Linda has a ways to go to get back to full strength. On Sunday we traveled to my mother's for a Memorial Day celebration of boiled shrimp, potato salad and some sweet deserts. My brother and sister and their spouses were also there.
We've been to Wal-Mart, will go there again today and are planning to go to Lowe's later this morning and may stop off somewhere else if Linda is not feeling too tired.
But she's determined and working on it. Out-patient rehab is now at three days a week for at least through June. The other two week days, she's involved in at-home rehab doing exercises that have been recommended.
Back to the raccoons.
A school-bus driving buddy of mine said I could bring my catches to his house which is about four miles away.
He is apparently the neighborhood "raccoon man." When we took the raccoon in the trap toward his back yard (it was about 5 p.m.) 10 or 12 raccoons came running out of the woods looking for the food that he takes to them each day.
He has a trough he dumps the food into and they just line up side by side to partake of the goodies.
Upon releasing my catch, the critter darted into the underbrush as quick as he could.
That was OK by me.
On another note, we're looking forward to our early July camping trip to, where else, the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.
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Walter, this is Linda's blogfriend, Kathy here. I've just read of your adventures with the raccoons :) I had no idea they would eat their way into one's house! I've heard of squirrels doing this, but not coons.ReplyDelete
As former campers, hubby and I have had a few run-ins with raccoons, too. Just as you described, they'd look at us as if to say "So what?" as they raided our campsite. One evening, after we went to bed, some of them even stole a pot of boiled chicken off the campstove while it cooled! How they managed that is still a mystery.
I can just picture all of those raccoons at your friend's house...lining up for their evening meal. I wonder if it was chicken?! Ha Ha
Hi Walter. I got your address from Linda. I am happy to hear you are both doing well given stressful times. David was very supportive of me during the recovery period after I had my stroke, and I am much better now. Good luck with your critters. DianneReplyDelete
Hi there, I'm another blogging friend via Linda. It is wonderful to read of her recovery and the way you are working together. The racoon adventure made me laugh. I wonder if "your" racoon will become one of the regular feeders at the racoon man. Every Blessing.ReplyDelete