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While peacefully enjoying a “juice box” with my furball Simon, I heard a noise outside in the yard.

crow
It was the crow! It was dark outside and the crow was going bonkers and giving an alarm call over and over again!

raccoon
I ran outside and looked around and sure enough, there was a raccoon crawling around on top of the aviary.

First I checked the ducks and chicken, and they were all fine in their secure night pens, not in the aviary (which is also pretty secure). Then I looked back and couldn’t see the raccoon any more, but the crow was still sounding an alarm. And of course, that meant the raccoon was still there.

I approached the raccoon and s/he was pretty friendly. I don’t want them near my ducks or chicken, so I spoke sweetly to the raccoon until I got within two feet of it. Then I went FULL ON BALLISTIC and screamed at it and charged it and shook the aviary netting so the raccoon would be afraid and run.

The raccoon took off, and I thanked the crow for a job well done. Very good job, crow.

Thank you, crow. I will have breakfast waiting for you in the morning.

XOXOX