K woke me up at 5:00 this morning, because something out back was making noise. A hit! I had another catch without even really trying, and this time it wasn’t a cat.
The beauty of catching a raccoon is that you don’t have to worry that it is someone’s cherished pet. Since the Humane Society didn’t open until 10:00 AM, I loaded Rocky’s cage in the trunk and headed to Oregon. He now has a new home where there is more space to roam and plenty to eat. It was far easier to get him out of the trap and into a nearby blackberry patch than I thought he would be.
Raccoons are smart critters (though not smart enough to avoid capture), so I am gambling that this one is not smart and motivated enough to travel five miles to a bridge, negotiate the bridge without being pancaked, and travel another three miles to locate the crawl space of his youth. Are raccoons good swimmers? This one would have to be. The Columbia is 500 to 2,000 yards wide, depending on where he tries to cross. Maybe I can successfully capture his entire family and transport them to a happy reunion in that blackberry patch.
Is it legal to transport raccoons across state lines?
