I had such a super sweet encounter with a raccoon in my carport recently ... and it's stayed with me, so here's my recollection:
I was re-arranging a few things in our carport when I heard other scrabbling, scratching sounds that weren't generated by me. I looked up to see a pair of eyes gazing at me from under the deck at our front door. I cooed and talked gently, as if calming a cat, and out crept a terrified racoon in slow motion, it's eyes fixed on me and its head tilting at as it listened to my cooing (of course, I had no camera with me to snap a few shots, but my mind was archiving it all). It wasn't aggressive, didn't hiss or bare its teeth, just slowly moved across in front of me to under the huge tool chest, and off into a corner. Can you see the frightened, sweet cutie in this mess?
The poor creature looked both terrified and curious, and I felt so special for having been tolerated, and not perceived as a threat!
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