When I was growing up in Michigan, we had neighbors that "took in" a baby raccoon every spring, "rehabilitated it", and then released it back into the wild in late fall. These coons would frequently show up at our farm. We had one that would sit on a ledge and watch me milk goats. I would give it a small dish of milk and some whole corn. After it ate, it would crawl into my lap for some petting and cuddling. After a bit, it would lumber off to wherever it was sleeping (probably our hayloft). Unfortunately, these coons weren't able to fend for themselves since they had been raised by humans. They were released in late fall/early winter without any foraging skills or any idea on where to find protective cover. They became easy prey for hunters (human and animal), trappers, and the elements. Quite sad really. I always wondered where they "found" these baby coons as they seemed to have one every year.