Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Only on a Tuesday...
Anyway, as I am sitting out back, minding my own pruning business -- along drives Dave down our driveway -- and there suddenly appears to be little critters under his car. My first thought: kittens!!!! I hollered for him to stop. Well, they were kits -- but not of the barn variety...rather of the "get into the trash" variety....raccoon babies to be exact. That was the origin of all that shrilling noise.
I now understand why raccoons so often end up along the edge of roads -- they have a thing for cars -- and these babes were not coming out from under Dave's car. They had run out to it and were not leaving this blue "momma".
So, Dave grabbed a long rubber hose to do "some convincing" ... and the next thing I know, he is leading one of the raccoon babies down the driveway back to the tree. One raccoon remains behind, crying. I grab a long grape vine I had just pruned from along the back of the house...and led the other baby down the driveway. Literally we dragged, they followed.
So, I am not quite as eloquent as Sterling North -- our wonderful Edgerton, Wisconsin author that wrote about a young boy's adventures with Rascal the raccoon. But perhaps you can get the picture: Dave with a long rubber hose leading a baby raccoon, and me with a long grape vine doing the same thing. Cross that off my Bucket List.