A call went in to Dan, our coon catcher yesterday. He found it very odd that she would return so many times and asked if we had heard any other babies in the house. No, not even so much as a peep. Last night though, Adam and I were returning for walking the dog and heard a faint cry. It sounded distant and muffled, but we knew we had heard that sound before. Once inside the house, the cry was more distinct, and coming from the attic. Oh my gosh, there was a baby stuck up there - 3 days AFTER the eviction. We knew we had to move fast as it was getting dark and we needed to get this little one back to its mom as soon as possible. Armed with a bucket and gloves, Adam and my dad hit the attic. They found the little guy hidden amongst some soft insulation. He was terrified and squealed louder than anything I had ever heard. Adam picked him up by the scruff of the neck and dropped him in the pail. This wasn't exactly the time for a photo opp, but we snuck one before taking him outside.
We placed him (now named, Bobbi) at the back of our yard, near where we had seen Roberta strolling through. Adam had to pick him up a couple of times for him to squeal as we needed mom to hear this. It broke my heart to put this little guy through more trauma, but we had to get him back to his mom. We all sat back on the porch to watch. I don't even know how long it took, but we quietly waited, listening for any kind of movement. Eventually we did see Roberta, hustling through the yard, but she seemed confused as to where the noise was coming from. She circled the perimeter and as she did, we heard a similar cry a few houses over - TOMTOM! He was calling to his brother and Bobbi responded. Mom eventually did find the bucket but before she tipped it over to see her baby, she spoke to it with soft purring noises. It responded with a strong chirp. They spoke like this a few times before mom knocked over the pail and promply picked Bobbi up in her mouth. Without hesitation, she was off, in the direction of TomTom's cries.
I was heartbroken after this ordeal as I now understood Roberta's angst and determination to return to our attic. Her maternal instincts were powerful. She's a good mom and we are so happy the family is together again. Even animal rescuer, Adam has a soft spot for that family (we've now got a photo of little TomTom on our fridge :) We look forward to this summer as the kits grow up and we can watch the trio strolling through the neighbourhood.