~Magnolia grandiflora 'Little Gem'
Reflecting back, I think that when I started this blog, I wanted it to be a place where I could archive little stories - you know, those things that happen to you, an hour, an evening - a day. The past 22 hours or so have been a bit traumatic, especially if one knows the background of my decaying home, previously discussed move into an Airstream and goal of building a new home.
My current home is falling apart, quite literally. I've postponed moving into the Airstream - and the building of my new home - because of job security issues and the economic downturn (my appraisal last summer came back quite lower than anticipated for my land). So for the past year I've been trying to 'make due' - not wishing to put money into the repairs of a dwelling that ultimately will be demolished. I think that last night was a turning point - and that the move into the Airstream is becoming a necessity.
Last night at 1 am I got awoken by a loud thud. The dogs all jumped up - and ran to the back bedroom. It seems that a female raccoon fell through the back bedroom ceiling.
A large female raccoon.
I have three dogs.
If you have never seen a dog fight a raccoon, well - you don't want to. You especially don't want to witness the fight indoors (trust me on this). A raccoon can be quite viscious - and, quite honestly, so can a protective dog (much less three). At first I tried to get the dogs (using my kayak paddle, which fortunately was in the living room) - thinking that I could then open the front door and guide the raccoon outdoors.
By the time I could get the dogs, the raccoon was near death. Finally I put the dogs in another room and got the raccoon outside on the deck - where it died.
I came inside and vacuumed - and even steam-cleaned some of the carpet.
After a few hours, the dogs settled down (Annabelle never did - I ended up keeping her in her kennel for the night) - and I got some sleep. The dogs were wired all day - it was an exciting night for them.
Instincts are what they are.
Of course all day - in the back of my head - was the thought 'where are the babies?' and towards the end of the day I found one hidden in the same back bedroom. It must have fallen too. I just got back from dropping it off with someone from Keepers of the Wild - a local group that is a 'Federally recognized non-profit organization dedicated to the conservation, preservation and rehabilitation of South Carolina's Wildlife'. They said the baby looked very good - and that it would probably live.
I guess that is good. I really don't know.
I'm looking forward to an uneventful night - although I'm not counting on it.
It's time to move into the Airstream.