ok I finally have a picture of the killer. I had 16 chickens and now have 10 Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! time stamp is 1 hour too late and now get up and loose the hound at the appropriate time? or get up, get dressed, load the rifle, and kill the murderous beast? The lazy me is voting for "loose the hound" The cautious me thinks that she may just scare the raccoon away, to return later. ahhhhhhhhhhh..................... epimetheus anyone here cook raccoon?
Yup, the wonders of owning chickens, wondering each day when you wake up if they were all killed the night before.
Woah Woah. Slow up. Instead of thinking you have six less chickens, think you have one more raccoon. Remember, it's all a food chain. Without the chickens, you'd be eating seeds and dirt off the ground. The chickens are a way of concentrating the nutrients in an edible form. Without the raccoon, you'd be stuck eating the chickens. And you'd have to eat six of them to get as much nutrition as eating just one raccoon.
I keep chickens for the eggs. As a young boy, I lived on a farm of my mother's sister's husband's mother who I called grammah . I remember that she cooked raccoons but do not know her technique. recipes. etc... However-----the coon does look like a fat little bugger, and should prove an interesting meal-----
ok, so I went with option 2 There were 2, they came earlier than yesterday Now one is gone chunky bugger weighs over 20 lbs. and I could use a good raccoon recipe ........................... long ago, I had a raccoon friend/pet I have a different perspective now.
after i dropped the first one: gee darn Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! ok one down, and seemingly one more to go .................... meanwhile, I jammed up the tubular magazine 22 pretty damned good gee darn
How is the raccoon gaining access to your chickens? Maybe resolve that piece, and you won’t have to shoot any raccoons. Someone on the planet is probably eating raccoons. I have an uncle who is kind of out there, and he prides himself on “homemade” possum pie. I rarely visit him. lol
Back in the first half of the 70's, when I was a teen, we lived in a house that was located in the middle of 10,000 acres of forest own by a logging company. We lost our share of chickens to predators. Once it was to weasel. Our only solution at that time was to keep our chickens in mink cages (these fortunately were in good supply. There were a good number of one-time mink farms around where we lived, and thus a lot of empty mink cages that people were more than willing to give up. We later used some those cages to raise some rabbits.)
