I don't know quite why people are so quick to stick up for raccoons, like they're some kind of endangered species with nowhere left to live! This made me giggle, as they were a common sight where I grew up. They aren't running out of places to live, they're just really pretty smart, bold (sometimes aggressive) scavengers and predators. The notion that a raccoon doesn't have room to live in the wild in Wisconsin is laughable, IMO. Raccoons are not the kind of animal you want thinking that your yard is an ok place to make a home & rely on as a food source. The birds you covet will be spooked away from their feeder (if not killed & eaten, too), and your cat will be a constant source of worry, I'd imagine. The little ones are cute for now, but once they join Momma's size category, you have 5 full-grown raccoons that will be brazen and unfazed about your yard being their stomping grounds. I'd suggest getting rid of the bird feeder until they realize they need to move on. One raccoon anecdote: When camping years ago, my parents, sister, & I (along with the dog) were awoken in the black of night to three raccoons (IIRC, this was another family-unit) rummaging through our coolers, which we'd put atop the picnic table to avoid just this. One cooler they opened wasn't really shocking, since it was just a swinging lid, with no latch. The other cooler, however, had a latch that you have to turn 90 degrees-+, then swing up the lid, in order to get into. They got into that one seemingly as easily as the other. These are sharp, problem-solving animals, which is one reason why they're hard to get rid of. They're also bold and not scared off easily, once they identify a theoretically easy source of food. Woodland creatures? Yes. Woodland bullies? You bet. p.s. -- Don't let the 'just get a squirrel baffle' crowd get you down! I'm just as familiar as you with the problem-solving ability (& leaping ability) of determined, hungry squirrels. Best of luck ridding yourself of these pests. My advice would be to call Animal Control to help get them back into the woods, where they belong. Once they're gone, go crazy with birdfeeders, and continue to enjoy that gorgeous scenery, raccoon-free! p.p.s. -- Just to go on record, my HS mascot was a raccoon. Sent chills down our opponents' spines. To be fair, though, our biggest rival had a gosling for a mascot, so I guess it's all relative...