The g-d, m-f, bloody stinking raccoon got into the pen again. My husband neglected to put the girls to bed and at 9:30 sent me out. The raccoon was in the tree so I had a satisfying moment of hurling invective and sticks at it, and then it was gone. The hens were in the coop, and the duck must have been as well. Her head is covered in blood and she is all bedraggled. She went deep into the pen where no one can reach her. If she is still alive in the morning, what do we do for her? she did waddle into the pen all by herself with a slight detour behind the gate. not her usual self. Poor sweet thing.