we rescued three incredible baby raccoons.
we stumbled upon them while walking on a trail behind my house:
they were talking to each other and trying to hide from us:
despite the fact they could possibly have rabies, my grandpa larry helped gather them up:
this is the bucket we took them home in and they were pissed about it:
this is what we mixed together as a big mess for them to eat:
this is the cage that they're in for now:
they are so precious:
aww, i love them already:
we couldn't leave them on the trail in the wide open and alone like that. that's why we decided to take them in. we think that the momma raccoon was killed by another dog and now the dogs were trying to capture the babies. at first they were terrified of us. they would hiss, growl, play dead, and hunch up trying to scare us away. now we've only had them one day and one night and already two of them let me pick them up and carry them around like babies. when i hold my ring finger out, the one baby wraps his little hand around my finger. my brother scratches the one behind the ear, and he starts purring like a kitty cat. we're feeding them three times a day and making sure they have enough warmth and water. if we can't find anyone around here that raises and releases them, my dad is going to build a bigger cage and we're going to try to raise them. i don't want to give them away to someone who is just going to kill them. that is ridiculous. they're so awesome and i'm already becoming attached.