Introducing the First Baby Raccoons of 2017

Sweetie Pie awaits the birth of her first litter.

Upon moving into our home I soon learned the creek behind our house has snakes. I am not a fan of snakes.

So after I read that snakes are not fans of raccoons, I threw down a Welcome Mat to the masked marauders by offering them pools for water and dog kibble and peanuts.

This started back in 2007, and we’ve had a hot and heavy relationship going ever since.

Currently my oldest is Huck, born in 2011. He is blind in one eye and I can tell his sight is failing, but he knows he can come to my porch where I have a tub of water and peanuts reserved just for him.

Lately he’s been bumping his nose against my hand as I fill his water bowl with the kibble and peanuts. At first it took me back as I don’t touch my raccoons. I’ve had babies sit on my feet, but I don’t touch. But after having a close relationship with Huck for six years, I sense it’s his way of making sure I am who he thinks I am.

Huck front and center arrives for breakfast with his family in tow.

By the way, for those of you wondering what a raccoon’s nose feels like–it’s soft and squishy!

Generations of raccoons have made my yard their gathering place for breakfast and dinner. Some were memorable, like Danny who was old and thrust aside by the young turks greedily snapping up food. I instantly won his favor by coaxing him onto the porch where I fed him special foods the others weren’t getting. He would sit next to me munching happily on peanut butter and banana sandwiches while the others ate dog kibble.

For those of you who read Finding Mya — you will recognize both Huck and Danny from the chapter where Herman is taught to survive by the raccoons by raiding the dumpster behind a food store. I used actual photos of both my boys in the book.

Anyway! Spring is here and as of this past weekend the momma’s are now bringing their babies to my yard. I spotted the first baby on Friday night.

The baby was spooked by me tossing kibble to the adults, and scampered up the nearest tree to hide.

“You can come down now.”

I suspect this little one is female. The girls usually stick close to mom, whereas the boys are often more adventurous.

Mom shows her baby the kibble. I toss cat kibble for the babies.

And on Saturday I spotted her with twins!

I suspect the baby on the far right is a boy. I saw him wandering off for an adventure while his sister stuck close to mom.

On Sunday night I spotted triplets…but none of them were willing to pose for a photo.

Stay tuned!

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17 Comments

    • I can’t wait to see when the mom’s let the babies scamper around the yard. Mom has her zoom lens on her camera to capture the photos from inside the house so she doesn’t scare the babies.

  • How marvellous to have such an extended family to look after, though I imagine they must get very hungry with so many mouths to feed. I just had this Wonderpurr image of a senior racoon sitting in a rocker on your porch, chowing down a peanut butter and banana sandwich, and telling tales to the great grand kids.
    Purrs, ERin

    • Hi Swiss Cats! We think the first group that came along ten years ago was pretty special in that they weren’t aggressive or troublesome. Over the years their offspring had offspring and so on…and they look at our Mom as someone who makes their lives a little less stressful, in that she provides food and water. The pregnant ladies are thrilled they don’t have to travel far for food, especially while nursing.

    • Hi Island Cats! We feed the birds in the winter when food is scarce, but not during the summer. However the blue jays and woodpeckers enjoy grabbing dog kibble when the raccoons are feeding…so I guess this is called Paybacks are Heck!

    • Miz Marjorie, the real Huck is very sweet. And clearly loved by all the girls as he’s had numerous girlfriends. Now he’s a grandpa and is always surrounded by the little ones.

  • I truly don’t understand people’s revulsion to raccoons. They are beautiful creatures … and I imagine that the ones people complain about are either hungry or scared. Humans get nasty at the very same things. I wish I had my own home so I could do something similar … but in the condo complex we live in, raccoons aren’t seen kindly and I’m not going to draw them in to be mistreated. I’m so glad you wrote this – that is the only way to show people that raccoons aren’t the mean, rabies-carrying pests most people believe them to be.

  • Miss Kimberely, you must never move from that place, or what will the coons do?! The next owners may not be welcoming at all to them like you.

    • Valentine, my Mom has been backing off feeding the raccoons. There is a move in our future, and she’s aware that new owners might not welcome them like she does. But it takes time, and she doesn’t want to freak them out, or cause them to go raiding trash cans. So far so good. We have less raccoons this year, and even less babies than previous years.

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