Posted by: TheAuthor | 13/03/2011

It’s a Raccoon!

One of the most interesting moments I have been subjected to is that of being surrounded. In this instance, taking place in Stanley park Vancouver, came an encirclement of a dozen or so raccoons. Being surrounded in general creates a sense of enclosure, captivity and in some cases futile desperation. A circle of wagons used to be a defensive mechanism for attacks by Native Americans on early settlers and cavalry of the new world. Attacking animals and humans alike know that encircling your victims and slowly closing the net, can lead to the defeat of the defenders. Raccoons must be aware of this. Operating like pack animals in Vancouver, slowly closing the net on their prey.

During a bike ride on a visit to Stanley park, a place you surely must see, I was heading over a bridge that crossed a stream. Looking over my shoulder something caught the eye. A raccoon, by the side of the pathway underneath a tree. Curiosity led to turning round and trying to interact with this raccoon. Leaving the bike in an alcove between the tree, a bush and the stream, myself and my partner went to coax this racoon out of the undergrowth. While teasing the raccoon with a leave, amused as it tried to grasp it as a token of food, we forgot about our bag containing food-by the bike.

Realising the food left by the bike, I went to check. Raccoons were approaching from behind and beside us, sneaking around to retrieve the food from our bag. As I went over, they didn’t back away, just halted as if playing a game. My partner drew her camera and began taking photographs whilst sitting on a bench, partially submerged in the stream. Before her came a number of other raccoons, closing off a third side from us, down the stream. By the bike, I now had to contend with numerous raccoons on three sides, a couple as close as a few feet away on the bike. I was cut from the stream momentarily, until through hissing and aggressive reactions, I walked past the raccoons towards the bench. Ignoring the creatures behind, I stood observing the accomplices swimming down the stream and my partner taking pictures.

Eventually the raccoons gave up, as did the small crowd that had built up to watch us from the bridge with amusement. In as quick as things had developed, they melted away leaving us more or less alone. Bike, bag and food intact. A few raccoons watching us from the brush, just in case. Leaving us to continue on our merry way.

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  1. i want to get one


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