My Big Fat Nocturnal Visitor

One morning this spring I woke up to find my broken bird feeder on the ground. Could this be the work of a bear?

I set up my game camera and captured this scary looking creature. 

A Yeti, perhaps?

As the creature grew bolder it bypassed the feeder, preferring instead to climb the steps to my back porch. There it could get the sunflower seed directly from the storage container. 

On the pollen coated surface of the container a clue to its identity emerged!

I decided to latch my container. My uninvited yet determined guest broke the latch and threw the lid aside.

 Finally I captured its photo. Judging by the height of the container she is about 12 inches tall.

 Wait! Who is this? My cat is securely locked in the garage each night!

 The bold visitor returns three hours later for a second serving.

We Interrupt This Program

    This photo was so much fun to take that I am interrupting the string of Montana blogs to show it to you.
    Honey Bunny was in the kitchen getting his afternoon coffee when he happened to glance out the window at the Chinese Plum tree. The raccoon saw him first and ducked his head. All Honey could tell was that there was an animal in the tree.  
    From my comfy chair on the back porch I heard, "Darling! Where are the binoculars?" We pulled the binoculars out from the cabinet and watched the young raccoon as he sat very still. He was perched on a limb that measured only one inch in diameter. A hurricane is approaching our state and we have a steady breeze moving the trees. In addition to this our dog came around to the front yard to see what we were doing. All this made for a very unpleasant afternoon for the raccoon.
    It is usual for us to have young raccoons and possums visit us in the late summer. This one would have been born this past spring. His mother would have shown him where to find food before he moved out of the home. Apparently she showed him our yard with our the bird feeder and fruit trees. When he climbs down from this tree he will travel head first, but will turn his back feet around so that his toes point up the tree.
    Surprisingly, our dog Kira did not detect his presence. She is always very aware and has an excellent nose. I have often seen her stand up on her back legs with her front legs on a tree trunk sniffing the air and barking. I am not sure why she did not pick up on the fact that we had a visitor in our yard. Perhaps the major change in the weather affects her sense of smell in some way.
    The Chinese believe that plums have many health benefits. In studies on rats they increased the rats' endurance while running. Tonight after dark this fellow will surely eat more plums, climb down from his perch, and run away! Without getting winded!

Excuse Me

    A raccoon has recently decided to use the hayloft in my horse barn for a potty. This is called a "raccoon latrine." I Googled raccoon latrine and got 17,900 hits in 0.15 seconds. This is obviously a much bigger problem than I realized.
    I chose to follow the advice of a county public health site on the web. "We are the government. We are here to help." Right?
    I followed their instructions to the letter and cleaned up my latrine exactly as they advised. I had to wear protective gear and take multiple precautions as some raccoon feces may carry a deadly parasite.
    Following all this effort the obvious next step was to place something in the hayloft that would prevent the raccoon from returning. The government recommends either mothballs or coyote urine. Wouldn't you know it?  I was completely out of coyote urine! So it would have to be mothballs.
     I spent quite a lot of time placing mothballs all over the hayloft. This is not as easy as it might seem. My hayloft is not tall enough to allow an adult to stand upright. And the only 4 ft tall child I know was busy Sunday. So I stooped over for hours on this job.
    The theory is that the mothballs smell so bad (true) that the raccoon would not return (false.)
    After all my hard work I wanted to see how things were going.  I parked my car outside of the barn and was greeted by the overwhelming odor of mothballs baking in the warm spring air. Confident that this unnatural scent would repel any wild animal I climbed up to the hayloft. There, before my eyes, were at least six little raccoon piles. All of them deposited within inches of my carefully applied mothballs.
    I resolved that none of this would be in vain. I would get a photo! So I set up my trusty deer-cam and got the little guy's picture on the second try.
  
  
  

Dinner Companion

We first became aware that we had a nocturnal visitor in April. We arrived home one night to see glowing eyes reflecting in our headlights.

Our dinner guest was watching us as well. He knew that we sat on the porch each night until just after dark, then went into the house to eat supper at around 9:00.

On a few nights we would return to the porch after supper and interrupt his meal. We could not see him in the dark but we could hear the feeder creaking eerily as it swung back and forth like the porch swing in "To Kill a Mockingbird."

I set up a camera and flash in such a way that it could be operated from inside the house. After supper I reminded Sweetheart not to go out on the porch until I could trip the camera.

There was our dinner companion. Right on time at 9:28 pm. After I snapped his portrait he brazenly continued eating until we opened the back door.

With any luck this raccoon should have a long and happy life. We live quite a distance from the road and there aren't any dogs to bother him.