If you are against guns, don’t read this blog.
A horrible creature has been killing my chickens for the past week. We’ve lost over 10 hens, including my favorite hen. Two nights ago I heard a chicken screaming and ran outside. I scared the raccoon off the chicken and the chicken lived. But I didn’t have a gun . . so the raccoon lived too.
Last night we locked all the chickens in the chicken room in the barn. That place is close to Fort Knox. Close, but not Fort Knox . . there was one little area that I didn’t know about. Only a few inches wide, the a&#^()_$ raccoon got in there. I had just fallen asleep last night when I heard the hubster yell to me. In my sleepiness, I listened and heard a chicken yell. I jumped out of bed and ran outside in my bare feet with a Maglite flashlight. I opened the door and the chickens ran out in to the night. And there he was.
I stood in the doorway, hoping he wouldn’t charge at me since I had nothing but a flashlight. I did reach out and grab a shovel that was leaning against the barn. I waved it at him a few times. The hubster got his gun and came out with good timing.
The raccoon is now dead. The chickens are safe. Their pen is fixed. I am still sad though. At this house, our animals are pets.
Tonight I will be thankful for the chickens that are still alive. I will be going to the farm store soon. I hope they still have baby chicks.
Here is a rooster snuggle after saving his life. Did you know roosters snuggled?
