Ahhhhhhhh, Spring in New England; what could be prettier? Fresh, teeny lime green leaves on the trees, pollen wafting in the air....lilacs getting ready to bloom... tulips smiling up at you, flowering trees... birds twittering, if you happen to be in Maine, black flies swarming around your head, the quest for fiddleheads underway... and a family of racoons in your wall... again.
It seems the only thing that enjoys an old farm house in Maine more than me, is a mother raccoon about to "spawn". Apparently baby racoon wrangling is going to become a spring tradition for us. There is now yet another gaping hole in the wall at Onion Patch Farm after the most recent extrication... (yes, picture me with a hammer and pry bar - bashing the wall with two hysterical St. Bernards "helping me"...)
I don't know if it's just OUR mother racoon that didn't quite grasp parenting 101; or if it's all racoons that put their little ones in such dumb places - repeatedly. They wash their food before eating it, yet leave their offspring mere inches from a crevice inside the wall that goes 8 feet down... that no chubby mother racoon can possilby hope to wiggle down inside of. I'm seriously considering running a class next spring, complete with a diagram of house framing and the logistics of getting small bodies from within dark dusty places.
Since last years disaster; I armed myself with a list of telephone numbers for "Wildlife Rehabilitators" - just in case. While hugging the little one wrapped in a towel with one hand I called one of the numbers with the other hand and then crossed my fingers. The very nice lady answered and said yes, she'd take the little cherub, and even left in the middle of her Granddaughters birthday party to meet us and pick it up...