Wow! What was suppose to be a nice, quite Sunday afternoon turned out to be a loud and exciting afternoon. My best laying hen was killed by a Raccoon.
I was just in the beginning of a nap when
Dennis came in and tells me that the Raccoon was in the hen house. So here we were no gun and the only gun was 13 minutes away. Anyway our mighty hunters finally arrived and killed the big, bad raccoon.