Doyle and I were just settling in for the night in preparation for setting up our kitchen for Galesburg Heritage days when from outside we heard so much banging and clatter, we flew from our beds to see what was the matter!
Turns out we had company in the form of a very peeved juvenile Raccoon who could not quite get out of the garbage can he had found himself in.
Doyle carefully set the youngster loose and he quickly took to the trees to get away from his benefactors..(Some gratitude!)
The next night he did the same thing, got himself stuck in a can, but this time he scratched patiently, knowing his rescuers would come to his aid.
The next night topped all when he came to the door and scratched at the door to get in! He must have observed our cat being let in and just thought he'd like to come right in and visit too.
Of course, we shooed him away, but he hung around our trailer all weekend getting trapped in cans and knowing we would let him loose.
I wonder what he's going to do now that we are gone?