Went to the city after the kits supper yesterday. Did two loads of laundry and met our new resident. Poor little guy had already had two foster homes and was a bit snarly and very skittish. This morning, I packed up the car for return trip, including Bandit. Realized I could not safely go shopping with him in car - fear of being caught. It is legal to kill raccoons but not to care for them. Need to go out tomorrow and scavenge for goat milk! (Cow milk is not healthy for them.)

At lmorning mealtime, I brought only one kit in to introduce Bandit to his new sibs. Addie, the shy one, drank her bottle with fervour! I managed to squirt some milk in Bandit's mouth. His mode of eating was to put both feet in a bowl of mill and then lick the milk off his feet! Highly inefficient and he spills lots! Bandit snarled at Addie and she just looked at him. This was nose to nose!

Then I took Addie out and brought in the other 3. Everyone got fed and no great traumas so I took the 3 out and then took Bandit out. Like two year olds, there was parallel play going on and no one tried to harm anyone. Everyone was munching away on the puppy food so Bandit did too. How better to learn but by observation. Supper went fine, in shifts of two and then 3. Bandit and Addie were in the same nest box. Bonding!?

I managed to get some boxes packed and out to the porch. Made up a sort of moving schedule which made it look less daunting. As the space at the Mill will be almost indoor camping, I am hoping to move all but the bare essentials ahead of time and then one last large truck load for bed, frig, love seat, table, two chairs, one wheel, one kiln and sundry. (I'm thinking out loud.)

We really like it here and do not want to leave.