Friday, June 8, 2012
Jets In Fur
OMG, she didn't really put a picture of a steaming pile of poop on her blog, did she? Of course not! That's day old poop. How crude do you think I am?
I knew raccoons had been in my barn overnight because I saw all the dirt and grass they left in the cats' water dish. Raccoons have a reputation for being clean; that's only because they dirty up every body of water they pass with their filthy, curious little paws. I don't sound prejudiced toward raccoons, do I? Just because they slaughter my chickens, poop all over my hay and rafters, and break into the horse and chicken feed.
One raccoon I can handle. (Although my last Aricauna chicken couldn't.) But there had to have been more, many more. Here's your story problem for today - how many raccoons does it take to leave three random piles of poop in a 150 foot span between my house and barn? I doubt they all got the urge to go at the same time. So I'm thinking it takes a gang. A knife-toting, swaggering gang. Singing and dancing.
"When you're a 'coon, you're a 'coon all the way, From your first Aricauna to your last dying day . . ."
Nope, not fond of raccoons.