We've had families of raccoons. This little one must have fallen from the nest because he had a broken pelvis and had been attacked as evidenced by bite marks. A vet took him in but couldn't do anything because he had been attacked. We are ever vigilant about rabies in this state where raccoons are prime carriers. For a few evenings, just after dusk when the raccoon parent probably left the nest to forage, I could see his two siblings in a large knot of a tall, significant oak, rolling their heads around and teetering dangerously close to the edge of their nook like drunken sailors. I just held my breath and silently chanted, "Please don't fall." They didn't. Later, one night there was much fighting in the woods. Horrible shrieks. Such is the hard life of the wild.