Two mornings in a row, I had this raccoon sleeping in my trail.
The first morning, I saw him from quite a distance away. This dark bump amongst the green. I kept thinking to myself…there is a critter in my path. 😂 I was sure of it. It was too big to be a clump of dirt…and how would dirt just magically appear in my trail??? I was so perplexed by the bump. As I walked, I was talking on the phone with Vanessa. I told her…I think there is an animal in my trail up ahead. Yet…it was not moving.
When I got up close to it, I knew it was a raccoon. But he was asleep…or dead…I wasn’t sure.
My concern was…he was sick. Like rabies or something. It is NOT normal to see a raccoon out and about during the day. I was leery of him. The problem was his location. It was not easy to get around him. He was smack dab in the middle of the path and both sides of the trail were waterlogged. I stood there trying to sort out how to get around the little feller.
Thoughts
My thoughts…if he is dead…walking up close to him…no big deal.
I start talking to him. He moves.
Oh man…so much for slipping by him easy-peasy-like. 🤨
Vanessa is now concerned. 😂 She is mothering me. Telling me NOT to get close to him.
Hey…I am 52…this is not my first rodeo dear. It reminded me of the day I called and told her I was getting ready to jump out of an airplane. She asked me if I was nervous. I said…no. Pretty excited actually. Going to be a good time.
She WAS nervous for me. 😂 She reminds herself that I have already seen my own death. Comforts her when I am out doing outrageous things. It is always her go-to and she reminds others of that on occasion. We already know how it will end for me. The jury is still deliberating for me on whether seeing my own death is a blessing or a curse. It is definitely life-shaping in many ways. Same for my kiddos…comforting yet disconcerting at times. Depends on your perspective I suppose.
Blind
I noticed when I woke the little dude up…he was messed up. The eyes…paint a picture of blindness for me. Pretty sure the little feller is blind. He was looking around like he couldn’t really pinpoint my exact location. Man…felt sorry for the dude. On that first morning, I got past him and let him be.
The second morning, here he was again…sleeping in the exact same spot. Crazy! I couldn’t believe it. It was like he hadn’t even moved at all. NOW…I am going to get some pictures. Not on the phone this time. I watched him closely to see if he could locate my sounds. I snapped a stick as I watched him trying to find me. So sad.
I sent pictures to Donovan regaling the experiences with him. He agreed…looks like he is blind. It made sense to me why he was sleeping in the middle of the path. If he was blind, he wouldn’t have any idea where he was…and that it is daylight out.
We have coyotes here…very thick. It is rare that a day goes by without coyote hunters along the road with their dogs running through the fields. Friendly dogs! They stay busy running with their little locators on their collars. Almost nightly, I enjoy the music of the coyotes outside. They love to scream and howl around here.
I haven’t seen my little raccoon friend in the last few days, wondering if a coyote found him. Maybe he will turn up again in my trail on another day. Probably tired of me waking him up. 😜
Tracks
I saw raccoon tracks in the creek bed and had to snap a shot. So cute don’t ya think?
Love it. Such a sweet-looking little hand.
I love raccoons…but they are ornery little creatures. Had many experiences with their rascally ways over the years. Curious bandits.
Thought I would share the joys of my recent raccoon excursions.
I love wildlife…they bring entertainment to my world.
