It was early too. Gregg had to go into Washington DC for a meeting with clients, and I came downstairs at 5.30 a.m. I will often look out on the back deck just out of habit, and I saw a recognizable shape in the darkness the size of a small dog. Putting on the outside light this is the sight that greeted me, my little raccoon was paying a visit and I watched as he tucked into the birdseed scattered on the deck. I do a lot of sweeping up out there but it's small price to pay not only because of the birds that bring us so much enjoyment and the squirrels who are always entertaining, but also for the occasional raccoon.
All the photos are a tad blurry as the lighting is never that great, and in the one below you can see part of my reflection in the glass. He saw I had arrived and ambled over to take a closer look. What I didn't get was him coming up to the door, sitting on his haunches with his paws pressed up against the glass, and staring me in the face for several seconds. This is something that has happened on previous visits. I get to see at least one raccoon about three times a year, usually late at night or very early in the morning, as was the case today. I have written about these visits when they have occurred and if you click on the label below this post that says "Raccoons", it will take you to those posts.
It was a little different today as I noticed that every now and again he would stop and look to his left as if he heard something. On one such occasion he was joined by another raccoon but when that raccoon saw me, he was a little more skittish and hightailed it back down the steps.
My first arrival soon went back to his eating and stayed for several more minutes until Gregg came down and found me sitting cross-legged on the carpet within inches, albeit with the glass door between us, of our little friend here. Gregg left for work and so did the raccoon.
I say 'he' but I really don't know if this is a boy or a girl. All I know is that I enjoy them very much and a visit from him/her started my day off on a very good note. Then of course I had to get myself up out of that cross-legged position, which reminded me yet again that this 'spring chicken' left the building eons ago.
"I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained, I stand and look at them long and long."
Walt Whitman - Song of Myself, 1855