Close Encounter of the Coon Kind

Yesterday the dogs discovered a raccoon hiding in the shed where I keep my mower.  After putting them in the house, I tried to shoo it out of there, but it wasn't going, so we stayed inside for a while until I saw it leave the yard. 

So this morning when we went out first thing I did a quick scan -- no coon.  I went into the barn to care for the chickens and ducks.  As I opened their hatch door to the outside run I explained that they needed to be alert today, because there is a raccoon around.  I was looking at the birds, not the door, and as they raced away from instead of towards the door I turned to look.  The darned raccoon was right there, as if it had been leaning against the door listening in to what I was saying!

Quick as a bunny I closed the door.  I expected that the animal would either climb up the side of the barn or amble off into the overgrowth at the edge of my property.  I continued caring for the birds.

But then, in the immortal words of Clement Moore, "there arose such a clatter". 

I raced outside and discovered my two dogs brutally attacking that nasty raccoon.  They each had a part in their mouth and they were tugging.  The raccoon was vocalizing.  I grabbed the nearest long implement, a piece of PVC, and tried to startle the dogs into dropping the coon.  But with one of me and two of them it took a while before I had both collars in my hands. 

There was a lot of blood all over the dogs' faces.  When we got to the house I was able to get Ulani in, but Phoebe got away from me and raced back to the see the damage.  It took a couple of tries before I successfully had them both in the house.

Once washed off I realized they were not badly hurt.  Ulani has a couple of dings on her nose.  Phoebe doesn't seem to be injured.  Still, I took them to the vet for closer inspection.

And the raccoon?

It's still trying to get to the chickens.

Dirty Daphne and the Deck

Phoebe's evil alter-ego, Dirty Daphne, discovered this morning that she can slip under the low deck at the front of our house.  Then she apparently shimmies all the way (about 20 feet) to the other side and back.  What fun!  Cats and other critters use that space for shelter from bad weather -- you can imagine what it's like down there!

I tried to set up a temporary blockade.  Ulani was flummoxed.  "I've lived here nine years and I never knew I could go under there!"  She was about to attempt it when I caught her.  She came out with half-rotted leaves all over her front.  Blech.

Then Dirty Daphne discovered an enticing space still open.  "Over here, Ulani!  I think you could just about make it!  What fun we'll have!"