My Pappy has a farm down the road from where I live. On this farm live barn kitties. I've been taught since I was a pup that I'm not allowed to chase the barn kitties. I've also been taught early on that I am not allowed to eat from the kitty food pans. They get not only real kitty chow that the 2 leggers buy for them but they also get yummy leftovers that Mom and Dad keep in the 'fridge in a special bucket. Barn kitties are a good thing-they keep rodents like mice and rats away. Mice and rats-YES.
Raccoons-NO. The last week or so a night visitor has been showin' up and makin' a mess with the kitty food pans. This visitor has also got into the turkey food that my Uncle Terry stores in the barn. And sorry to say, the night before last, one of the kittens had a run-in with this visitor and did not fare well. I'll say no more about that.
Dad and Uncle Terry decided it was time to take action. They set a trap for this visitor. Guess who showed up again last night? Not to worry-it is a "live" trap. No-silly dog! The trap is not "live", this means that whatever happens to step inside, is not killed. So what does one do with a live raccoon? Supposedly it is wise to take them at least 5 miles away so that they don't find their way back into your area and cause more trouble.
So Dad left for work early so that he could take him to a nice area that might keep him happy. I think he said something about a woods with a creek runnin' thru it. Before he did, Mom was able to snap a couple pictures of him. He was breathin' pretty hard and seemed quite unhappy about the situation he found himself in.
WARNING: It pretty much scared the poop outta him too. So if you are of weak stomach, this might not be an area your eyes should dwell on.
Chester's Mom: One may take note that Big Brown is not in any of these pictures.
Chester: I noticed! Whassup with that?
Chester's Mom: Don't you think the poor little raccoon has been through enough stress without you showin' up?
Chester: Maybe so. But I coulda saved you the trouble - and the gas - of takin' him 5 miles away. And by the time winter rolled around you coulda had yourself a nice raccoon hat to wear to keep your noggin warm.
Chester's Mom: My loss, I suppose, but I'll survive. Trust me.
Chester: Yeah, I guess there's no sense heatin' an empty house.
Toot-a-Loo!
Chester ;0=)
