Mid-day yesterday, I had a change of heart, in regard to our raccoon. It happened while I was explaining to someone why it’s recommended to use hardware cloth with an aperture of no greater than one-half inch when constructing a chicken coop or run: because a raccoon can (and will) put its hand through any larger opening, grab whatever part of a chicken it can, and pull it out through the wire, piece by piece.
Yes, the raccoon came for seed; what if he stayed for BBQ? People have had flocks decimated by a single raccoon attack.
The Man’s mother is a cat lady, in the very best sense of the term. She rescues strays and feral cats, catching, neutering, and adopting the ones which can be tamed, catching, neutering, and releasing those which can’t. Currently, she has seven house cats, and an elaborate structure in her yard for the protection and feeding of goodness only knows how many wild cats. I remembered that she had a Have-A-Heart trap, and The Man and I set it up last night, planning on a catch and relocate strategy, if the trap were successful.
It was not. There was evidence the raccoon had been there, but I set up the trap awkwardly. I have placed it in better position this evening; we shall see.
And, even though we didn’t catch the raccoon last night, we know for a certainty that the trap works, because it caught Trixie this afternoon.