The bandits in our backyards.  The first decent picture of a raccoon I took was at the river following a flood.  This young one came along–in the daylight–obviously displaced and looking for shelter.  Though quite young it already had a split ear.

Often in the Spring I find young raccoons sleeping in the trees.

An irrigation ditch runs eight to nine months a year behind my house and at least one family of  raccoons lives on the other side.  I set up a stage for them and add some peanut butter.  Opossums also live in the neighborhood and they, too, like peanut butter.

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