My raccoon story from another thread. I had eight birds escape their pens yesterday, seven of them six week old chicks. My last attempt to find the last one was at 9:30 last night wearing a headlamp.
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The continuing story of the stinking chicks.
Yesterday, after spending HOURS chasing chicks around in the heat, I was finally able to capture 7 out of 8. That one last chick evaded me. She even found a spot to roost, I was able to sneak up on her and make a grab. My fingers brushed over her, but hit the edge of the roost as I made my grab and I missed. I then followed her around the run and she flew at me, I made about four more grabs, but missed making good contact, even though I touched her each time.
Last night it was somewhat disconcerting (read that scared the
cr@p out of me) to see those two pairs of eyes glowing back at me in the darkness. Looked pretty obviously to belong to raccoons and unlike me, they were totally unafraid. They are getting far too bold, they have been digging around the edges of the pens and now and then manage to reach an egg laid along the wire. Fortunately, the pen bottoms are lined with wire.
But it's been a good grazing ground around here lately, they made a trash raid about two weeks ago, they carried off the deceased hen I forgot to pick up (I did find their dining spot for her yesterday in all my attempts to corral the chicks).
Yesterday in all the uproar, another exchequer pullet put her head into the pen next door and the bresse tried to slit her throat. She managed to pull it back, but of course her "friends"/siblings/penmates then tried to remove the rest of her throat for her. I pulled her from the pen, but couldn't find where DH last put the BluKote, so she is currently in a hospital crate in the garage.
Anyway, just now I went looking for the final missing chick. I saw no sign of her or a final resting place for her. Of course, she only weighed about 2 pounds, they'd just throw her under their arm and take her home for a late night snack. I was morosely looking through the pens and thinking I'm down to about 3 exchequer pullets, counting the one in the garage.
I was doing my morning inspection and coming about the pens at the far end. There is a pen of bantam buff brahmas. There is a gap at the bottom of their gate, big enough for a raccoon, skunk, opossum to stroll through. I keep telling DH we need to adjust the gate better. I keep expecting to find carnage from a night time attack. The predator activity has gotten so heavy, I need to start setting the trap every night to reduce their population. I didn't want to do it while he's been gone, because I didn't want to deal with anything I might catch. Tonight I set it, it can be a welcome home surprise for him when I pick him up from the airport.
Anyway, I walked around that last corner of runs, looked in the pen...............................................and there was that leghorn pullet in with the brahmas. She apparently found the gap at the bottom of the door and squeezed in. She now wanted back OUT. I snagged her with my net and put her back with her "family".
Kind of an anticlimactic ending to the story, but it certainly wasted about 4-5 hours of my time yesterday, chasing those dang birds in the heat/humidity.