An old friend, a raccoon I once called "too tame",* brought her baby over to look for any sunflower seeds the chickadees might have missed. When I opened the door, she called her kit and left; she's learned caution. Having a kid (or kit) will do that to you.
|Ma and Baby Fuzz|
I noticed last year that her left eye was damaged. The surrounding area looked weepy and inflamed; whether she was blind in that eye or not, I couldn't tell. By now, the surrounding area has healed, but the eye itself has not recovered. I doubt that she can use it at all. At least it's probably not painful any more.
|"Managing quite well, thank you. And my baby liked your treats."|
When I followed her out to the lawn, she was standing tall against a wall, turning her head from side to side, looking with that one good eye, making sure it was safe.
|"It's just us three here, then?"|
I'm an old friend; she decided I'm ok, after all. She collected her kit and took him past me and on into the cedars.
* I called her "him" then, but I guessed wrong.