Triple Trouble

Raccoons are nightly visitors to our abode, cleaning out every seed left over from the birds and squirrels who dined during the day.  on December 23, there were 3 of them, siblings no doubt, cocky young adolescents. 

What can you say about raccoons?  So cute, adorable even.  So obnoxious, but pesky.  Beautiful.  Destructive. Intelligent.  Vicious fighters.  Insatiably curious. Killers of small creatures and chickens.  Elegant.  Nimble-fingered and clever. Meticulously groomed. Thieving.  Always resourceful and determined to survive.  Actually, they’re a lot like us, aren’t they? 

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About reinkat

I am an iconographer, and have been studying Russian/Greek icons since 1995. I'm married with 3 children. I love hiking, camping, animals, my family and church--and icons.
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4 Responses to Triple Trouble

  1. Patty Roland says:

    I have a view on Raccoons, ~ & Opossum, & even moles & anything that works so hard.

    Once day in 1995, Living in Blue RIver, Steve & I had just finished our raised vegetable gardens, & had planted sugar peas, beans, beets, & all sorts of delicious vegies. We had worked for 2 or 3 days to get the beds ready & the dirt in, & the planting. ~ Then we watered. & looked at our accomplishement, thinking of the new fresh tomatoes we would eat standing by the tomato plants, salt shaker in one hand, & the hose in the other.
    Then we went in to get ready to go to Saturday Mass, & when we came out to leave, we took one last look at our accomplishment.
    But There was this tunnel bring formed from one side of the bed to the other.
    The tunnel ran from the peas, through the beans, & was headed to the onions, & into the lettuce ~. Steve got the hose & yelled, ~ “Go get the gun!! ”
    I had no idea why a gun would help, but I got it ~ a 357 ~~ (well !!! I didn’t know ~~)
    When I got back down stairs, Steve was standing in the garden with a big white bucket, & in this bucket was a small soft furry MOLE. ~ It was crying. It was squeeking & in such a panic. ~ One little bundle of fur!!
    I picked him up, & held him & ~well, the gun went away, ~ The hose went away.
    We stood there, & had such pity for him. & I thought of St Francis. ~ He would call him “Brother Mole” ~ so we talked to him, ~ & asked him to Please, not get into our garden, because we would share eveything we had with him, if he did not get in our garden, & disturb it, & he would have the whole forest to find food. ~
    & we realized, God gave Br Mole only one job, & that was to survive. To feed his family, & survive, & his job was all he had. We had no right to stop him.
    & Steve walked up into the woods, Br Mole in the bucket, & he let Br.Mole go into the forest.~ & He ran & ran, & went down a hole.

    & Steve walked home, feeling he had done the right thing. Hoping he could beat Br Mole back home !!
    But we never saw Br Mole again!! (That summer)
    I think of that with the Raccoons, & Opossum, & I know they are pests (My bird seed holders were knocked down last night again too) but ~ They only have one job, & that is to survive, ~
    I think God made them cute for our entertainment.~~ That is also their job To Make us smile.!!

    Happy New Year !!!

    • reinkat says:

      Thanks for sharing this story! I am so glad that you spared little Brother Mole–what a sad mental image you painted of him squeaking in terror at the bottom of the bucket!
      I enjoy all the critters–even the pesky ones. They do indeed all have their place in the world.

  2. They are so cute. They used to be my eldest son’s favorite animal! Till he grew up. 🙂

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