And now Rocky Raccoon he fell back in his room
Only to find Gideon’s bible
Gideon checked out and he left it no doubt
To help with good Rocky’s revival, ah
Oh yeah, yeah
One of the neat things about where we live is the paradox of placement. Our home is in a decent sized city with a population of about 230k. We live very close to where two east-west interstates merge, so we have ease of access to many items. We are right down the street from the 2 largest area shopping malls as well a few hotels and restaurants.(This is the place we were came to live after our eviction and forced relocation due to Hurricane Katrina in 2005. Maybe I’ll share that fun romp sometime.) Now, all of the parts of where we live might sound really sucky, and believe me when I tell you how we agree on so many levels. Our neighborhood, however, is really neat. It is an older neighborhood where all the lots are fairly large. Ours, as well as most in this area are a acre, but there are even 2 and 3 acre lots near by. The area behind our house cannot be developed, even though it is fairly close to I-10, because it abuts to some special designation wetlands. We get to see our share of nature, which is wonderful for my wife, who feels most anything living has as much rights as we humans. She’s finally moved ants from that list as they have repeatedly failed to listen to her instructions or meet her halfway with the whole “not-biting” her thing. We have many cats that we’ve rescued and adopted over the years. We don’t foster and give away as she doesn’t trust most others to provide a good home, so we are well overrun but love them all. (That is how I got my boy.) It seems we always get the injured or odd ones to show up. We have affectionately called this place The Island of Misfit Puds. OK so back to nature.
The special circumstances of our locale and surroundings mean we get visited by nature’s bounty in our yard. We regularly see a plethora of birds: sparrows, wrens, blue jays, cardinals, cow birds, hummingbirds, thrashers, robins, indigo bunting, red-winged blackbird, Carolina finches, morning doves, multiple woodpeckers, kites, and hawks. We see squirrels, opossums, rabbits, snakes, armadillos, red foxes, and even one coyote, yes in our neighborhood nestled tween 2 interstates. Our most abundant visitor, however, are our raccoons. I say ours, because, yes there are names.
It is a little hard to see, as there is a double-screen on the back door. You are looking at Whitey and 3 of her brood. At first we had Whitey, Roxie, and Hoppy. Hoppy only has the use of 3 legs, so OF COURSE she would show up at the Island of Misfit Puds. We initially didn’t notice these three were females. My wife HATES to waste, so what do you imagine gets tossed out the back? Whatever left over organic food stuffs we or our cats won’t eat. And who eats whatever left over organic food stuffs we or our cats won’t eat? You guessed it. Those three did. Well suddenly Hoppy showed up with her only child, Hopper, in tow. Then Whitey showed up with her 4 and Roxie has 1 or 2…not sure. So we are doing the best we can to wean them off of us, but let’s just say I am married to the Mother of Raccoons (for you GoT fans).
So welcome to our revival. I’ll share more pics if I get em, cause DAMN those little ones are cute.