Yesterday after finding the third dead chicken in our coop since Saturday, we nailed boards up over the spaces under the eaves of our coop (the only way in with the door shut.) My oldest son decided to sleep in the camper and ambush the killers with his 22. Then his friend decided to stay over and help and he has never been around guns so my son considered using his longbow and then settled for his airsoft gun to scare them away. Then they decided to camp out in our living room with the door and windows open.
My husband and I were awakened shortly after midnight by my son screaming bloody murder and using every cuss word he had ever heard. We went running outside to witness my son addressing the coons with a very dramatically threatening and colorful speech and explaining very clearly to them what he would do to them if they so much as touched one feather on a single bird. He kind of reminded us of Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction when he would address his intended victims prior to executing them. However, Connor did not use any weapon.
No birds were killed but I do think they will be back. Wonder what we will have in store for them next time
My husband and I were awakened shortly after midnight by my son screaming bloody murder and using every cuss word he had ever heard. We went running outside to witness my son addressing the coons with a very dramatically threatening and colorful speech and explaining very clearly to them what he would do to them if they so much as touched one feather on a single bird. He kind of reminded us of Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction when he would address his intended victims prior to executing them. However, Connor did not use any weapon.
No birds were killed but I do think they will be back. Wonder what we will have in store for them next time
