Steve paddled into Ghost Bay early one day last week and was able to watch a mother raccoon and her three adolescent kits. These are two of the kits. Mom clambered up the bank at Steve’s approach. But the three kits continued their clamming and hamming it up as if oblivious to the approaching kayak. Even at fifteen feet, they were still busy and ignoring him.

Mom must be weary of the mothering gig.