Before I tell you this true story you must understand that it took place in 1969, long before wild animal adoption laws were in place.
It’s all about a wild baby racoon adopted by our family and named after my husband Courtney who became his number one advocate.
Corky arrived at our home cradled in the arms of my oldest daughter after a trip to the woods. we lived nearby where she would visit some corralled horses at the edge of the forest. When she showed us this adorable baby we recalled her past efforts to bootleg little animals from their mothers.She had been known to try smuggling tiny baby ducks in her clothes when she was little more than a baby herself. Later she chased and caught baby pigs who then had to be returned to their mothers. Once she presented at the front door with a snake coiled up on the top of her head! Of course the door got slammed in her face with the order to return her captive to the woods. In view of her past adventures there was more than a little scepticism regarding her story about this so-called orphaned coon.
Courtney was also a patsy for anything baby,wild or tame so he escorted our daughter back into the woods in search of its mother. No mamma could be found which placed me in the position of being the only family member to object to adopting this ball of fluff. Our other children all clamored for acceptance. I was out voted!
Corky took up residence in a cardboard box on top of my daughter’s bed. He had his very own blankie and was fed formula from a doll bottle day and night until he could eat regular food.. We all took turns especially his rescuer. He thrived and soon climbed out of his box, next down to the floor where he investigated everything. So the door had to be closed to confine his adventures and the whole room had to be Corky proofed.
Have you ever heard a racoon cheer? Its a high-pitched warbling that is cute at first. But when you hear it in the background all day its kind of like an obnoxious bug in your ear. in addition to the cheering Corky would walk back and forth across the bottom of the door where the light underneath cast his shadow. Cheering, cheering back and forth he paced with the tenacity of a tooth ache! He was bored out of his mind and was driving me out of my home! There were goodies outside that door and he wasn’t going to give up. All of my six children combined did not irritate me as much!
This story will be continued in the next blog entry titled Corky Cuts Loose.
The image above is a soft pastel portrait of Corky in my daughter’s arms. You can view more original art of animals on my web site: www.artzent.com