The next morning, as we were making breakfast we got to witness a family move, raccoon style. It ends up the family was holed up in a brush pile about 50 ft north of our tent site and mom was intent on moving them to a hole in a tree that was about 50ft SW of our camp. Five times, the mom made the trip around the perimeter of our camp, carrying her restless little ones to their new home.
|I love how she's got the little guy slung over her shoulder as she climbs.|
|Hold on, I'm going to throw you over into that hole.|