My coon story -
We were fine for an entire year, and gradually adding in new chicks of different breeds.
Well, fine that is, until one morning when I walked out to a damaged coup, chicken wire ripped apart, some fencing literally just torn away, and my ENTIRE FLOCK deceased in bloody piles, with a couple of my babies still hanging lifelessly from the holes in their pen fence, where those monsters had grabbed them by their heads to pull them through but then just chewed off the head and left the body.
We had Rhode Island Red hens (five), seven Leghorn hens, and four adult Silkies (three hens, one roo) on the other side. All murdered, all beheaded, most just ripped up and left for dead, not even eaten. Where is the sense in that?
We will be starting anew in mid August, when our shipment of 25 assorted pullet chicks arrive some time the week of August 18th, but the week before, I'm going out for some hard wire cloth and a freaking nail gun! New boards, everything! By the time I get done re-doing this chicken coup, those swarmy little s.o.b.'s will have better luck getting into Fort Knox!
Anyways... I Hate Raccoons, anyone else?