The Unexpected Secrets Behind Capturing Coons and the Surprising Role of the Chicken Revealed
I decided that getting up every two hours during the night to check the traps was just not my cup of tea. So, our son, Max, came to stay with us for the week. I check periodically until he gets home from work at 3:00 a.m. (he’s a welder – third shift), and then he takes over. It’s working well, and we haven’t seen any more evidence of coons making it into the coop again.
And, that brings us to the update on Benedict the Jerk.
This morning, I got out of bed, rubbed my eyes, walked to the front door and put my my “chicken sh*t shoes.” (They used to be called slippers, but they have a different purpose now.) I walked around the corner of the house, pulled the garbage can out to the road and then walked to the coop.
