We haven’t tried naming ours - we get at least a couple opossums and raccoons.
I’m in Toronto; we have too many raccoons to name them.
I see 4J51238-E around our yard a lot with her babies.
Years ago, I heard a huge rumpus in the back yard, and when I looked out, sitting on my roof, in the yard, in the trees and on the fences, were 17 raccoons; mostly babies, with 3-4 moms.
Only seen one 'possum 'round heah. It was a mom with babies on her back, running across the road just as we were about to pull into our driveway.
Oh so cute.
We’re starting to see them here, but I’ve never seen one with babies.
Those things are noisy at 4am!
At 04:00 the Rufous-Bellied Trush coral starts. The parakeets start their black speed metal show at 18:00.
where i am, the Street Chickens of Key Largo start at 4:00am.
they do not stop.
have i mentioned just how much i hate the street chickens? because, i truly hate street chickens.
Street chicken is something I can´t fathom…
Kinda not though, as I think (I may be wrong) the reason is there’s plenty of hungry people on the streets there…
so… having feral fowl wandering the streets and yards of neighborhoods, destroying gardens and shitting on everything, is a first world problem?
got it.
I take it those are variants on the Bin Chicken?
Airborn diurnal raccoons?
Edit: Found it… Key West chickens: Noisy, colorful and just like Key West I’d be looking to quietly, low-key reprocess a few of those into nuggets, personally. (If they’re even edible?)
“bin jiuce drinking gronk”
all of the keys have street chickens. i wrote and illustrated an art book called Street Chickens of Key Largo a few years ago, and in it explain that these wild fowl are not simply escaped domestic chickens gone feral. no, they are descendants of the wild jungle fowl of Indonesia, Philippines and Southeast Asia. brought to the Caribbean - especially Cuba - by Spanish colonizers in the 17th century. they were kept primal as fighting cocks for the entertainment of these Spaniards in the bloody “sport” of cockfighting. during the war for Cuban independence (1860s), many Cubanos fled to nearby Key West and brought their gamecocks with them.
cockfighting was popular - and legal - in the keys yntil the 1970s. many of the birds escaped or were turned loose to roam the streets of the islands.
Key West protects the chickens, as they are a tourist delight. unlike the islands to the north, however, KW will thin the population from time to time by rounding up hundreds and taking them to Homestead, where they are turned loose in the tree farms in the rich soil of the Everglades.
sadly, Key Largo has no such operation and our populations have grown, even in the time i have been here.
we take eggs, when (if) we can find them, but the birds themselves are far too scrawny to make nuggets, Buffalo wings, or even stew. though the neighbors and i have mused about a block party where we all bring something to throw into a huge “street chicken stew” and celebrate their demise.
Beware the Cobra Chicken!
Tourists like everything that is lousy.
Especially the ones that we have trained to fly straight into jet engines…