Today’s Run:  4.25 miles

We pick up our story with me saying “Bedtime for Birdies” and the hens being put into the chicken tractor for the evening and then me setting the trap with a generous piece of meat and whispering, “Come to Mama”.

This morning my phone rang at 4:45.  It was my husband.  Through all this excitement he has been on a business trip and my son has graciously helped me deal with this mess.

“Let’s go down and check the trap.” he said.

I put on my rubber boots, grabbed a flashlight, and he virtually went down to check the trap with me.

I saw eyes glowing in the dark and then I saw pointy ears.  “Rats!”  I said to my husband, “We caught Castro!”  Castro is my sons cat.  But I got closer to the trap, this was not a white cat I saw in the trap~it was a dark animal…a Raccoon!

“We caught a Raccoon!” I exclaimed!

“Super” said my husband.  “Now go and check the chickens.”

I walked around to the east side of the house and the hens were all safe and sound inside the chicken tractor.  My husband was content with this news and so he signed off.  I went into the house and told my son and then left for my morning run.

When I returned from my run, I call the guy from the Department of Wildlife (DOW) and shared the news with him.  He will be out this afternoon to collect the prize.

I am not done trapping.  I am supposed to trap every night for a week.  You just never know what lurks in the woods and fields surrounding my house!  Bwahahahah!  No, really, there may be more Raccoon’s and we just want to make sure.

I went down to take a pic of the little guy responsible for the loss of three of my hens this week.  He was not accommodating and charged me.  Sore loser!