5 am this morning I flashed a light into the cage I'd put out in the back yard last night. Two glowing, shiny eyes peered back at me in the blackness. A different location and different bait did the trick. At 7:30, the raccoon was sound asleep.
He'd tucked himself into a furry little ball against the morning chill. Nothing woke him. Not me, nor the noisy parrots above. Sometimes our backyard sounds like the Amazon with all the green parrots about.
The cat followed me out of the house, carefully sniffing the coon's scent in the air. She'd only get so close, then cautiously retreated back into the house. The parrots' raucous noise really gets on her nerves.
When I gently picked up the trap, he awoke, and wasn't happy about moving. I took him into the front yard and then called the Humane Society to come get him. He reached his little hands out, grasping for something which he could hold. I wanted to touch those little hands, but common sense prevailed.
The hen house looks like a down pillow exploded with all the feathers about.
3 comments:
I'm surprised the raccoons haven't tried to have a chicken dinner!
;-)
Oh, I hadn't seen this one when I spoke with you this afternoon. Speaking of chicken dinners, when we were over on Sunday for dinner one of the kids (I think Emily) said, "One of the chickens is molding." It was funny.
I just love the happenings at your house.
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