This little guy came over to nibble at our grass. To the consternation of my two akitas who were determined to get to know him a little better. I made sure that meeting didn’t happen.
This morning, just as I was about to sip my morning coffee, we got a visitor.
Of course, our two fluffy pooches had to ‘protect’ us from the imminent threat of rabbit attack. They were scratching at the window doing everything they could to scare the ‘intruder’ away.
Now, I can’t help but remember that last year, we had another fluffy rabbit come into our yard…the dogs got to that one before I could intervene and it was awful. I’ll spare you the details but I still dream about what I saw while I screamed at them to stop.
Maybe this little guy was just hungry but I choose to see it as a blessing from the rabbit population. Maybe they have forgiven us for last year’s horrible event.
In any case, it was wonderful to have this tiny visitor this morning.
When we moved out to the country, we did it to live surrounded by nature. We were hoping to see rabbits, birds, chipmunks, racoons and foxes. After one year in our new home, I can say that we’ve seen all of the above. Even foxes.
What we didn’t expect, was that one of them would take an interest in us…or, to be more precise, our compost.
The creature in question is a racoon, one very determined racoon. Though he has plenty of natural sources of food around, he’s fixated on our compost. And not a night goes by where he doesn’t pay us a visit and take advantage of his favourite buffet.
My hubby, having cleaned up his messy, gooey left overs one too many times, decided enough was enough and went into action.
With the help of some stretchy cables, some heavy weights and a couple of long, pieces of wood, he came up with a contraption that made the compost bin completely racoon-proof. Problem was, we couldn’t get into it either. Accessing the bin meant having a hammer, screwdriver and a lot of patience. After a couple of days of this, I decided to get involved and called the city.
They sent us a package, free of charge, with a gadget guaranteed to make our compost racoon-proof. One afternoon later, our compost looked like this:
That white little piece was supposed to keep the racoon away while keeping the bin accessible to those of us with opposable thumbs. Hubby hugged me with delight at the sight of it and we went to bed happy as could be.
The resulting racoon-created mess in the morning wasn’t pretty.
Our racoon might not have opposable thumbs, but he makes up for it in ingenuity.
We’re just worried he’s got friends.