Raccoon Babies

Last evening as Bruce and I were headed to dinner with friends, we stopped in amazement as two baby raccoons proceeded to cross the street. How old could they have been? A month perhaps? At most. They were the size of small cats. Nestling against each other, they ran, exploring their options, lurching this way and that. It was clear they were lost. Would Mother Raccoon soon be following? It didn't look like that would be the case. What could have happened, we wondered? Will she find them? Will they survive without her? What were they doing outside during daylight hours in the first place? (It was 6:30; sunset would not occur for three more hours.) After watching them for a few minutes and taking a photo or two, we went on our way, but I was left with a lingering thought. Life is so random. When everything appears to be normal and fine, better look out.