Did you notice the raccoon I posted yesterday had enlarged breasts? She was obviously nursing youngsters. I’m surprised the small fries weren’t tagging along with her. The next night, however, I encountered her again taking her four kits out to dinner. Mom crossed my path alone. A few seconds later, a tiny coon came out from the underbrush and joined her. Three more followed in secession joining mom on a beeline toward a trash barrel. I’m sure they’ve done this many times before in their short lives.
When mom noticed me, she shooed her brood up a tree to safety while she crossed the path to hide in the underbrush near shore. The kits watched me at eye level (right) and kept looking in mom’s direction for a couple of minutes. Then they returned to the ground and headed toward shore. I heard chirping in the weeds as the family reunited out of my sight.
This is a “new” raccoon this year. It isn’t the one I photographed several times last year unless her eye healed during the winter, highly unlikely. I’ve seen another raccoon closer to Main Street this year. I saw both raccoons individually on the same night a quarter mile apart. Maybe the other one is the father for this masked quartet.