They come when the sun is low in the sky or under cover of darkness, feeling with their sensitive black gloves for morsels of corn,
rolling each piece over in their hands while chewing on the last one, their hands and jaws in perpetual motion.
These raccoons are startled by any slight movement; it doesn't take much to send them fleeing to the woods or scrambling up a tree.
"No worries, Mate. It's only the gobbler. Ignore him, and he'll go away."
