This morning I went out to feed the sheep (who were bahing up a storm) and noticed that the chickens were making funny noises. It's strange, because it's not *that* different, but somehow I decided I should go check on them. Sure enough, there was a raccoon inside the barn, in the upper part of the coop (which thankfully only houses drying gourds right now and is separated from the chickens with chicken wire). The raccoon ran off, actually up the grain chute to the hay loft and
I stood below uncomfortably wondering if I should chase it more.
Ever since I heard the scary Halloween stories on This American Life that featured rabid raccoons, I haven't been that fond of the idea of getting close to them.
So I went back to the sheep. Then I went up to look through the window out at the field to see if I could see the raccoon.
Instead I caught sight of the fox... and her babies. She's got four! They were all out running around, jumping on top of each other, as their mom stood guard. They're probably 150 yards way so it's hard to get a good picture, but I tried:
Here's a tiny bit of video of them playing:
The chickens and the cats are all staying in today.