Struggling To Find Ourselves

Okay, I think our friendly neighborhood raccoon just signed his own death warrant.  He killed one of our geese a couple of nights ago.  Then, after locking the ducks and geese that were left what I THOUGHT was securely in a big doghouse that’s out back, I go out this morning to a massacre.  Two of our ducks, and of course, ONE of them HAD to be one of our favorites, and one of our geese are laying out there dead.  I have NO idea where the other African goose is.  I haven’t found it’s body so far.  One of our other ducks is DEFINITELY injured, so I’m not sure if he will survive or not.  One of our littlest (Mallard) has blood on her face, but I’m not sure if it’s her’s or not.  So now, we have one African goose, one Pekin duck, 2 Mallards one of which has blood, and one Pekin who may or may not make it.  One of the Pekin’s is another of our favorites, but I’m not sure if it’s the one that’s hurt or not.  It SUCKS!!!!  If that is not enough reason for a dead coon, then I don’t know what is.  SOME how….SOME way before this next weekend is over, that coon is going to be ending up dead.  And he’s NOT killing any more of MY animals, if I have to sleep with the poor things!!!

I’m not sure if we will be able to get any more to replace the ones that have been killed or not.  I called the store where we got these, but she was going to have to call the hatchery and see if they had any.  She’s supposed to call me back when she finds out.  Kind of hard to have geese multiply for snake and dog control when there’s only one of them, isn’t it?

Anyway, it’s about time to go do my burial duty, as soon as my Sister gets here after she gets off work, so there’s more than one of us to watch the three kids.

WONDERFUL morning, isn’t it?