Meamwhile, life outside the house has been just as much fun. We’ve have a bit of a raccoon problem here, if bit can be used for such a sizable animal. They recently ate all the flower heads off my portulacas and gazanias, mmm- delicious (but at least they didn’t dig them up)!
However, their worst ever atrocity in my mind, was the raid on the nest of the chickadee we had christened McAdam. We watched the little chickadee couple all summer long diligently building their nest in one of my hanging baskets. Then there were eggs! We were anxiously awaiting results. Then came the raccon raid, and carnage ensued.
So, we’ve resorted to live-trapping them; luring them in with smooth peanut butter. We then take them on an all-expenses paid, open-ended holiday to a nearby seaside wilderness area.
Imagine our surprise to hear the trap go off this morning (at an hour to early to mention) and then finding our dear cat, looking rather sheepish, shut in the trap! Thankfully, he is none the worse for his experience, apart from being a little sticky with the peanut butter. Poor old pussy-cat!