I am the raccoon, hungry after sleeping as long as I could, searching frantically for protein to restore my starving body. I am young, probably born last summer, and a little unsure as to what to do now. It is always a gamble going dormant. Instinctively I know I have to eat enough to insulate and feed me while I doze, but I can't store enough to get me through the whole winter. If I was a worrier I might think "What if I wake up and it is -14 degrees? I will be challenged to stay warm and find water much less restore the energy I've lost. I could die!" But I am not a worrier. If I could speak to humans I might say this though: "I am not sick. I am not rabid. I am not dangerous. I am just a young raccoon. I am really, really, hungry. Thank you to the folks at Audubon who saw me, felt compassion, and gave me sunflower seeds and apples."