So, this morning (if one can call 2:00 a.m. morning) there was a clatter and bang on the front porch so I got up and turned on the porch light--and there was my masked buddy Tripod swinging off the big red bird feeder! My fault really! I stopped putting seed in the little feeder where it was handy for him. So there he was, hanging on by his good paw with a look of total embarrassment. I dont think bandits are supposed to get caught like that. For some reason or another, I was not as amused as one might think and I stomped out the front door in my flannel nightie and since I cant yell, pounded on the side of the house. Kira ran hysterically into the night growling like a rottweiler, and the coon fled for the nearest tree. It was probably an hour before I convinced Kira to come back in the house. Somewhere around 6:00 a.m. I woke long enough to look out the window and observe a long stretched out coon silhouette back at the feeder. I guess this afternoons project will involve finding a way to get the feeder out of his reach. Sigh!
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 19:37:03 +0000
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