Rascally Raccoon

Last night I was sitting on the couch in the living room, minding my own business (I do that occasionally!), when I heard a loud “THUMP!” on the front porch. Being the curious person that I am, I immediately went to the front door, turned on the light and looked to see what the commotion was all about.

A raccoon was zipping away into the night, after knocking over a bucket of peafowl eggs I had setting on a shelf out there. They fell to the concrete and smashed quite satisfactorily, making a raw omelet of nasty smelling eggs and shells spread over a wide swath in front of the door. These were eggs from the incubators I’d culled because they hadn’t hatched, so some were pretty foul smelling (yeah, I know, all eggs smell FOWL.).

It’s a good thing Peepers is in a sturdy cage, or the raccoon might try having her for a snack too.

No doubt it also helps itself to the cat food when Spot doesn’t eat it all.

This morning I had the task of cleaning up the mess. I scraped the eggs off the porch and sprayed off the rug and concrete. There was already an army of ants helping themselves to what the raccoon left behind.

That’s the country life for you – raccoons raiding the area for whatever chow they can find, and the ants munching up the leftoers.