Thursday, May 30, 2013
The peanuts were out just 24 hours before being found by a raccoon. With Baby Dog howling in rage in the background, I went to the door, waving my hands to shoo the raccoon. She did decamp, peanut in mouth, only to return moments later. This raccoon is a nursing female, no doubt thrilled to find such an easy meal.
In the meantime, my chickens are on lockdown again, and those girls are not in the least bit happy about that. It’s always something.