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Kids n Kritters

5/29/2019

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        The two girls knocked on the door, visibly upset. The 10-year-old tightly held the handle of a red bucket. In it were four curled-up balls of fur, instantly recognizable by their black masks.
           “Baby raccoons!” I gasped.
           “Please,” she half sobbed. “Can we put them in your wild space out back so they will be looked after by another mama? Theirs was scared away and now they’re all alone. And you’ve got to feed them. You know those eye dropper things? You can feed them that way with some milk.”
        She was on the verge of tears as her words tumbled out.

        It just so happens these two young ladies are but two of our beautiful grandchildren. The eldest is a student of Nature and all things wild and wonderful. The youngest listens carefully to her sister. The story they told was a tragedy to them.
Papa had begun to spring clean their yard. To his shocked surprise, after opening the storage box which held his gardening tools, he came face to face with one large and fierce-looking raccoon. Grabbing a broom, he quickly shooed away the animal. Later, when he looked inside, he spied torn pieces of debris fashioned into a nest. Four furry little masked faces peered up at his strange face. Where was their mama?
        Enter the red pail. Two little girls and one papa wearing protective gloves scooped up and placed the babies with some greenery in the pail. But where to take them? Of course, this was a Sunday and all manner of telephone calls for animal rescue went into voice mail.
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        The idea of bringing them to our place was a no-brainer as far as they were concerned.  We border a wild space where raccoons, rabbits, and similar furry animals frequent the many large trees and bushes. Maybe another mama raccoon would care for the four orphans?
        After considerable discussion, the consensus was: take the pail of baby critters back home and place it exactly where the shed stood. Mamas of every species always come searching for their babies.
        The next morning, we received happy texts: all four babies had been furtively removed during the night by one mama raccoon who was probably exhausted by morning. The two girls were relieved and ecstatic.

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        Each of our three sons has experienced the bane and joy of living near a wild space. One is in his second year trapping a family of squirrels---one by one---somehow sequestered each Spring in his home. After capturing them, he, with his two children, drive said trap containing the excitable creatures to a faraway park. This second set of grandchildren releases the furry babies and parents into the wild. The procedure takes four or five trips over as many days.


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        Yet another son, father to three more of our grandchildren, lives in a wilder space in northern British Columbia. He and his family have watched black bears, moose, deer meander on their property; listened to coyotes howl at night. But their close encounter with one large pack rat hiding under a wooden floor immediately caught the kids’ attention. After trapping the critter, they drove a considerable distance before releasing it in the wild. Their next unexpected experience? The haunting wails of a fox mating call. In the middle of the night. Immediately outside their windows. Three wide-eyed kids mashed together in one master bedroom trying to decipher the unknown screeches.

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        These wildlife encounters are obviously a nuisance to the affected fathers. But did you know we have over 700 species at risk here in Canada? According to the Canadian Wildlife Federation, our wildlife habitat continues to be lost faster than we can restore it. Environmental pressures are worsening. Yet our environment, our economy and our culture were founded on our relationship with wildlife.
        So what’s a little touch of the wild in the midst of our concrete jungle?

2 Comments
..Adolf
5/30/2019 01:58:56 pm

Ahhhhhhh....if only all youngsters could have the similar experiences...to really appreciate & understand our natural affinity to all of these creatures

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Heather link
5/30/2019 04:59:27 pm

Amen, brother, amen!

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