I guess it was about five years ago Mrs. RQSR, and I were out in the back barbecuing when a Raccoon came into the middle of the patio. He stood up on his back legs, and leaned against one of the stanchions holding the aluminum patio roof up. Just leaned against it as though “Unh, like when is the food ready man?”. “Anh, like where’s my beer”?
We watched incredulously at the brazen attitude expressed by the body language of the animal. He was there for a party, and by golly he was going to party.
The Raccoon stayed for about twenty minutes (we almost named him) standing with one leg (like an arm) holding him up against the stanchion with an air as though he was an invited guest.
After about twenty minutes of which we ignored him for about ten minutes, he seemingly shrugged his shoulders, climbed up the Eucalyptus tree next to the patio, and was gone.
When I lived at Lake Sherwood in CA raccoons by the 10’s would come to my back patio at nite, I had huge glass sliding doors and the young ones would palm the glass on their back legs sayin open open open lol but always was a Fat Albert who would just plop on his butt and wait
I kept a bag of dinner rolls and would chunk a few then leave for 15ish minutes
Sure nuff, they would mozzy to the next house but not ole
Fat Albert
I would chunk him a couple rolls
btw that area was LOADED with owls, big ones too