She is a He
For a couple of years I've fed this masked visitor.
I called "her" Tillie from our first meeting, subconsciously
feminizing her as a result of her moxie, sweetness and eye make-up.
But then I noticed it: look for yourelf, between "her" front legs.
See the protuberance...?
Even though I'm only a foot from him physically, he only has
eyes for the grub in front of him. I'm just the waitress...
Despite the fact that raccoons are nocturnal, this fella
knows that if he gets the dogs riled up during the day, the "menu"
is even better than at night as evidenced by the pate-like dog food.
Telly has a bobbed tail!
He's still very well balanced and climbs and navigates the tall
trees to get tohe roof of our camper. He alternated between the
soft and hard dog food, taking his time and savoring the sweet
smorgasbord I put out upon his arrival. Nice life, no?
What raccoon could ask for more?
Telly also enjoyed some white grapes and fresh cherries with a
couple of tablespoons of yogurt, and cool water to finish.
Clear eyes, shiny coat, wet nose and a smile for "the cook"
The healthy diet I provide for him makes for all of the above.
Look at those long fingers. So dainty, so careful,
almost elegant as Telly samples the "pate".
Oh, the hell with "elegant"!
Like a mother feeding her hungry, I get a lot of pleasure
watching Telly dive right in. When I move, I'm taking
him with me. When I thought Telly was Tillie, I hesitated to take "her"
with me because I worried she might have a family. However, now that I
know I've got a rogue-ish male, it might be the safest thing for Telly.