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From Lewis Smith. . .
Sometimes nature rewards the patient onlooker with a special treat. The latest occurred while watching a raccoon enjoying an afternoon nap nested in an elm. Sharing the sight from a nearby limb was an energetic Tufted Titmouse. In moments, the Titmouse flew down onto the Raccoon's limb and hopped along until it was right at the Coon's furry backside - then vaulted up onto his back. No reaction at all from either. The Coon stayed motionless, while the Titmouse pecked around, seeming to find little bits to eat on his friend's back. Then, he hopped off and repeated his search along the Coon's ample backside. A symbiotic relationship here?
Reminded me of cows and their feathered hitchhikers. I resisted running for a camera just long enough to see the Titmouse jump onto the Coon's back again; this time, with the host giving it a lazy shake, the bird retreating to the safety of the limb. I had to get the camera, but returned disappointed that the odd couple had broken up. Hopefully a temporary separation.
From Elizabeth Liles. . .
When I was in college at UTA, I moved into this neat old house they wanted to tear down. It had great wood floors and a very overgrown acre in back of it (really cool). I talked UTA housing into letting me fix it up a little and live there my last year of college. Anyway, I was moving in during a very cold January and I didn't have a refrigerator yet.
There was a screened in breezeway between the kitchen and the garage so I thought I would set the plastic jug of milk out there so I could have milk for my cereal! About 10:00 at night I heard this big racket out there and looked out the window and there was a raccoon trying to carry that milk jug by the handle through a hole at the top of the screen! The raccoon had made it back through the hole but couldn't fit the jug through the hole! It was so funny!! He finally gave up - maybe because he heard me laughing!
From W. W. Bennett...
I was housesitting for a friend of mine in Woodcreek, when one morning I noticed the basin of the backyard birdbath had been knocked off its pedestal and was lying upside-down on the ground. Surprised at seeing a ball of fur beneath it as I lifted the basin to replace it on the pedestal, I got a board to flip the basin over from a safer distance.
A young raccoon had apparently jumped from a nearby tree into the birdbath for a drink, had knocked the basin off the pedestal, and entrapped itself within the concave bowl when the basin landed bottom side up on the ground. Freed from this makeshift prison of its own misfortune, I expected the little guy to quickly run off, but, chattering constantly as if complaining, it ambled unhurriedly to the nearest large cedar tree, where it climbed about two feet up before lodging its nose securely in a large cleft in the trunk of the tree.
With his face buried in the tree, I guess he thought he was hidden. I was able to gingerly pet his back a couple of times, then thinking he had probably enough of humans and their trappings, I left him alone.
When I returned at lunch to check on the house, he was gone, in search perhaps for a less-disquieting place to get a drink.