I was sitting outside enjoying the sunshine when I heard my girls making a fuss. I saw something move in the brush at the edge of the yard... a juvenile raccoon! It ran down the bank toward the river when I hollered. Two minutes later, I heard the most horrible blood-curdling scream! It went on and on... sounded like a 2 year-old was being tortured. As I got to the river bank something much bigger than the baby raccoon was running up toward me! I turned and ran thinking that maybe mama 'coon has rabies. I scooped up my two chickens that free-range and everyone is on lock down. (I can't believe that I caught those two. They can be pretty evasive, but somehow I grabbed them both at the same time!) Wow. I had a visit from a hawk this morning and now this! I was thinking about calling animal control, but I really don't even know what we are dealing with. Well, my radar is up!