the call of home
Jun 25, 2022
4 minutes
By Anita Shetler, Baltic, Ohio
‘‘Ready for another animal, Anita?” my brother-in-law asked me, setting down a cardboard box inside my doorway. “This baby raccoon needs a mama.”
I pulled back the flap and looked inside. A tiny masked face peered out. “She was wandering around the brickyard,” he said. “She didn’t even fight when I picked her up.”
I lifted the raccoon out of the box and held her. “Poor little baby.”
“I’ve been calling her Margaret,” my brother-in-law said.
“Margaret…” I cooed to her. Since girlhood I’d taken in animals—cats, dogs, an orphaned lamb, even injured chickens. But this was my first wild animal. The timing was perfect. I had no one to take care of. My
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