My story starts yesterday with Troy was going out to our shed. As he walks around the corner of the house he hears a squeal/cry that scares the crap out of him. There in my flower bed is a newborn raccoon crying and wiggling around. Hubby comes and gets me and we look around the yard. No Mommy raccoon in sight, in fact I've never seen one in my neighborhood so we have no idea where the baby came from. We decide to leave it there in hopes that Mommy will fetch it soon.
Off we go to the hardware store for the mower blade; it is still there when we get home. Couple hours go by and we go out for dinner. It is still there crying and wiggling around. Several hours later we get home from our night out; it is still there but has wiggled out of the bed and onto the river rock path.
I don't want to bother it in case Mommy is somewhere close by but I go to bed worried that it won't be alive in the morning. First thing in this morning I look out my kitchen window, it's still there. I'm pretty sure it's dead from the cold night as it's lying very still on the rocks. I am sad to see it still there and sad that it is dead.
I have my coffee, read HBT, and then start getting ready for brew day. In the back of my mind I'm thinking about having to send hubby out to dispose of the little guy.
Since it's a nice relaxed brew day it takes me quite a while to get things together so it's a couple hours later when we start the mash. Hubby looks out the window and exclaims "It's still alive, I just saw him move!"
We decide that the only thing to do is bring him in the house. I find a box and a t-shirt and send hubby out to collect the little guy. We bring him in to warm up. We look up a local wild life rescue place and after several calls, we get a hold of someone to come over but it will be a while.
We have named him Scrunchie.
He lies in his box wiggling and crying during the mash, sparge, and boil. The rescue lady gets to our house right before the boil finished.
Hopefully Scrunchie will live a long happy life.
Off we go to the hardware store for the mower blade; it is still there when we get home. Couple hours go by and we go out for dinner. It is still there crying and wiggling around. Several hours later we get home from our night out; it is still there but has wiggled out of the bed and onto the river rock path.
I don't want to bother it in case Mommy is somewhere close by but I go to bed worried that it won't be alive in the morning. First thing in this morning I look out my kitchen window, it's still there. I'm pretty sure it's dead from the cold night as it's lying very still on the rocks. I am sad to see it still there and sad that it is dead.
I have my coffee, read HBT, and then start getting ready for brew day. In the back of my mind I'm thinking about having to send hubby out to dispose of the little guy.
Since it's a nice relaxed brew day it takes me quite a while to get things together so it's a couple hours later when we start the mash. Hubby looks out the window and exclaims "It's still alive, I just saw him move!"
We decide that the only thing to do is bring him in the house. I find a box and a t-shirt and send hubby out to collect the little guy. We bring him in to warm up. We look up a local wild life rescue place and after several calls, we get a hold of someone to come over but it will be a while.
We have named him Scrunchie.
He lies in his box wiggling and crying during the mash, sparge, and boil. The rescue lady gets to our house right before the boil finished.
Hopefully Scrunchie will live a long happy life.