Usually the red squirrels chase other red squirrels as well as greys and blacks. The greys  tend mostly to chase other greys. The blacks will chase other blacks and greys as well. None of them dare chase the red squirrels. They're tiny but pugnaciously territorial. There's one little red squirrel whom we can physically identify and he seems to feel he's the owner of the aggregate seeds and nuts we put out. And there's one little black squirrel in particular who feels comfortable enough that he doesn't bother moving when we're out and about close by, as when this morning my husband was several feet away from that particular feeder where the little black squirrel ensconces himself, but filling up the seed in the lofty bird feeder.

It's the first thing we do, when coming downstairs to start breakfast. We peek out the glass-fronted door to see who happens to be about. It's when there's always plenty of competition, the squirrels breaking their fast and chasing one another away from preferred spots even though there's ample room and more than enough food for all of them in different places. It's entertaining and interesting as well as pleasurable to view their antics. Although sometimes it's all I can do to stop myself going outside to break things up when one stubborn little fellow will engage furiously in chasing off others, not satisfied until he has emptied the area of challengers completely. They all get their due turn, though, throughout the course of the day.

Last night we watched again as the three raccoons settled themselves in the roofed feeder. Actually to begin with two were in that feeder, the third was on the porch nibbling at the feeder we'd deposited on the floor of the porch. The third fellow joined the other two at the roofed feeder, and we watched as the largest among them, likely the mother of the two juveniles, made room for her progeny by shifting her position, opening up a spot for him to lodge himself comfortably.

From time to time one or another, usually the larger one, the ostensible mother, would raise her head from the trough containing seeds and peanuts and look directly at us, peering out at them from the dining room window. We both, using different cameras, tried to get in a few good shots. Our previous attempt, on a very rainy, blustery night, had failed to capture them. Last night, cold and windy, we had better luck.