Coons and Chickens... Apparently can co-exist.

[QuackerJackFarms]

I asked her how she afforded all those treats and she said she goes to the Wonder Bread store. For those of you that don't have one in your area, it's a place where you can buy day old bread products for super cheap. She told me the store saves all their stuff they are going to throw away in big boxes for her.

And I have to agree, this is something I would NEVER do. I just thought you guys would enjoy the story.

 

[Marcymom3]

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That's what Steven King says at the end of every horror story he writes!

This sounds scary to me.

 

[sourland]

And the coons were thinking, "Give us the Little Debbies immediately or we will enter the house and eat you."

 

[ontimeborzoi]

So one day they decide to sell that house. Imagine the new buyers innocent surprise, that first evening. "Honey, come look at this.....uh oh..... ".

 

[wyoDreamer]

Wow - kinda neat, pretty creepy, really glad they are not my neighbors.

Memories - When I was just a little girl, we would go to our cabin every weekend. We have a "worm bed" that is just a spot on the hillside where the kitchen sink drains out onto the ground and where we dig our worms out for fishing. This is where we always tossed out veggie peelings - compostables if you know what I mean. One summer, we had a baby coon coming in every night to dig through the veggies. My mom started leaving cookies for him out by the hand pump. By the end of the summer, he was a big ole' boar coon and she had him eating homemade chocolate chip cookies out of her hand. He got so spoiled, that he wouldn't eat the store bought cookies, only the homemade ones (which I have to admit are tons better, we make ours with oatmeal in them!

One fall weekend, we didn't have any cookies with us and he wouldn't take anything else. My mom tried cake and bars, but he only wanted his cookies. He tried to break into the cabin that first night we were there, and the next evening he chased my sister all the way up the hill from the outhouse - scratched her legs up a little through the jeans. She was screaming coming up the hill and my dad met her halfway and beat the coon off with a shovel just as it caught her.

My mom always said that "Rory" must have went into hibernation and forgot about the cookies over winter because we never had a coon at the cabin again. Now that I am older and wiser, I would bet $$ that my dad removed that coon from our world while he was out hunting.

ALSO - we had a neighbor at the edge of our subdivision who would feed the coons every night. He liked to sit at the kitchen table and watch them fight over the food. (I never did like him, he creaped me out.) When he sold his house and moved, the new owner trapped 25 coons in the first month and had an exterminator remove another 5 from the attic. The next-door neighbor shot 6 in his backyard trying to break into his dog's kennel right after the guy moved. He thought they were rabid, but realized they were just hungry and after the dogfood when he was informed of the coon feast that had been going on.

 

[canesisters]

Well I, for one, and glad that you posted that charming story.
And I'm going to enjoy it as a charming story about an old couple and their 'pet' coons
(and I'm not going to pretend that you posted it as a 'care and feeding of' manual - and I'm not going to offer you advise about the hazards and horror stories of feeding wildlife - and I'm not going to cluck at you and act like you were the one doing the feeding)

What a cute story - and what a Disney sort of picture.
Thank you

 

[Trish44]

At the other house I used to live at we had a lot of raccoons because there was a creek & wooded area behind our house. I fed the outside cats their food on the front porch & apparently all the raccoons found out & brought their friends. I kept wondering where all my cat food was going until one night I got up during the night & it was warm out so I had the front door open, just the screen door closed. I looked out on the front porch & in front of me were 5 of the biggest fattest raccoons I had ever seen. They never bothered my chickens, they got enough to eat otherwise!

 

[johnsons-r-us]

Neat story. I'm glad I don't feed anything outside

that's scary. We don't have food anywhere...and the chickens free range so if they get extras it's eaten at the time I'm feeding. Maybe that's why we haven't had any issues yet with predators. There's no good stuff laying out

 

[QuackerJackFarms]

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Thank you for realizing the true intentions of the story. I knew I would have some "cluckers". And I'm enjoying everyone's stories.

I can trap and kill a coon same as the next person. But at the end of the day, they are all God's creatures and no less important than a pet dog. And every once in awhile, God sends us situations to remind us of that. This was one of those situations.

 

[scratch'n'peck]

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Scary! That's what would happen if the coons were cut off from their Lil' Debbie treats. In the mean time I guess desert really does ruin the appetite for chicken dinner. They sound like a sweet couple who will won't leave their coon friends going thru a sugar withdrawal.