A raccoon ate one of our larger set of babies. I didn’t shut the door at dusk and Paul went out there and heard a commotion. He grabbed a stick of bamboo and jabbed the raccoon a few times before it left the chick section of the coop. I take full responsibility. May that little hen rest in peace.
That’s pretty brave! I don’t think I’d go near a raccon without a gun or a taser!