Do you know the song "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer on her way home from our house Christmas Eve??" Well they found poor Grandma dead as a doornail after the wreck between the two houses.
Well I was ALMOST a victim like poor Grandma. I went out to feed my chickens after work the other evening, reached in and grabbed my feeder and THIS GREETED me and ran out and across my Foot....
I was lucky it didn't run up my arm and attack me! Wild racoons can be very vicious. And are known to carry rabies. Mine was a young one - maybe last summer's baby - and all it wanted was Away From Me! Probably a good thing it found it's hole because I was looking for ANYTHING to whack it with; which may not have ended up in my favor. And where were the dogs? - with hubby feeding. I was on my own.
And then I noticed the poor ravaged half-eaten body of one of my two remaining buff Orphington hens.
So now when I feed I will be packin' as in .22 pistol. Mr. Coon, you are in my sights and that ain't good for longevity! Trust me. I will get YOU! Oh and I did pay attention to the very small hole you squeezed through getting out of my chicken run. It doesn't exist anymore.
Grandma Annie Oakley Sears aka Dead Eye