Before I arose from my sweet slumber, my husband had shot and killed an unarmed raccoon who had found itself caught in our live trap.
He claims the pre-emptive move was a result of the raccoon’s ties to the Egg Layer Chick Massacre of June 17, 2009, and that the raccoon had weapons of mass destruction.
We’ll let the court of public opinion decide that one.
Honestly, I don’t understand how you can justify just doing something like that without penning an overly dramatic blog post, but that’s the difference between him and I, I guess.
In other news, and I quote, “All chickens look healthy and happy this morning.”
Looks like that hardware cloth foiled the cat (which we found stalking the chicken coop around midnight, by the way) and that Breast Wound Barry chicken is healing nicely. I changed his wound dressing this morning, much to his chagrin.
Everything’s comin’ up Lil’Peckers! Soon they’ll be lucky enough to barbecue!
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