Two baby raccoons are alone. Their mother is nowhere in sight. One kit is vigorous and flees to a tree, growling, when three humans approach. The other lies quietly and stares at them with a hollow look in its eyes. Perhaps it is ill; maybe dehydrated. Whatever the cause, the kit does not have the strength to object to the close proximity of its guests. Its sibling in the tree is agitated and calls down, as if to assure the sickly one of its presence.
The humans are concerned. What has happened to the kits’ mother? Why are they roaming out in the open during the middle of the day when raccoons are naturally nocturnal? They decide to aid the kits, in the hope that by doing so they will survive until their mother recovers them. One human retrieves a towel from the cabin, another brings a small dish, and the last returns with a water bottle and raisins. The only question now is how to reunite the two kits.
The kit in the tree attempts to crawl down headfirst. His claws are not meant to grip the bark from this direction and he slips, catching himself after a foot or so. After discovering that going down tail-first is his only means, he finally reaches the ground.
One human decides to herd him toward the base of the tree where the other kit has crawled. This is not successful, initially, but with patience the human is able to coax the kit into following it toward the sibling. They reunite! And quickly fall asleep, tucked close together, secure in the nearness and comfort of kin.
By Breanne Vander Naald