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.