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I found five raccoons on my back porch. And then I found a decapitated hen. Nothing’s gonna get my chickens. That’s all I’m sayin’…..
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Had a coon raiding our garage for dog biscuits … fighting with the neighbor’s cat about them too … so the biscuits got locked up behind a steel door and we cleaned up the garage with PineSol … smells like a vet’s kennel (PeeeYuuuuee) and we clamped down on the garage doors.
Living in the city, shooting isn’t an option, just preventive measures. Got any hot pepper flakes to spike their treats?
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Mercy, mercy, mercy!…Hope it wasn’t the little sitten‘, broodin’ chicko…I knew she wasn’t really the party gal…a sitten’ hen is easy game….You just gotta’ keep movin’ and grooving’….
Where is that yellow-bellied, spur raising, chicken-feathered ingrate ‘mean Roo’ when you really need him! I tell ya’ I’ve got his number! The intimidating coward! You’ll have to show those bandits that this ain’t no Beverly Hills and you ain’t no Elly May! Some “critters” just don’t belong together!
PS…..Five of em’ huh….‘COONSKIN CAPS FOR EVERYONE! ALRIGHT……!
PS… Move the cat food and cats indoors before the raccoon roast! …
PS….and make sure sweet Spice doesn’t open the door! Oh mercy, mercy!
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just thinking
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And then we lost one of our White Plymouth Rocks. The racoons were getting into the chicken yard under the coop, they can get into the smallest spaces, I could not beleive it! WE had boards up to stop that but 1 sneaked in.
We set a trap and each night for 7 nights we got raccoons. Then we set 1 more night and nothing. We thought we were done. Then the next night our garbage was all over the yard (someone put the garbage in the can with no lid, while the other cans were still down by the road waiting to come back up after pick up) and it was a raccoon that did it! Set the trap for 2 more nights and got 2 more. Then no more again, so we have the trap set waiting to get more!
I hate raccoons! They kill my chickens and strew garbage all over and tear apart my bird feeders and ruin them!
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