So Hud came home late today for lunch and found two week old baby raccoon cubs napping in the driveway. As you do. Afraid they would get run over by a car, we scooped them into a box and brought them inside. You know, as you do. And called several places before getting the advice from Fish and Wildlife to put them back outside. As you should. But a huge thunderstorm came up and all I could do was put them on the porch. Our little visitors are napping peacefully, for now.
We waited,as per the advice, to leave them outside for the mother to retrieve them. But this morning? A victory and a defeat. Nappy on the left had passed. As they do. But Turbo was up and squalling up a storm. As babies do.
We contacted a rehabilitation facility yesterday who said if they were here in the morning to call her. I drove the very hungry, very vocal Turbo to Danya this morning. He fussed around the box the entire twenty minute drive in a pouring rain. As I encouraged him to do.
If I could hear him and touch him, I knew he was alright.
I dropped him off this morning and whispered good bye to him and wished him to grow big and strong. And then I left him in good hands.
As I was supposed to do.