I was woken in the twilight of 6 AM a few Sundays back by what sounded like a really annoyed chicken. It wasn’t that “BAWWWK BAWK BAWK BAWK BAWK BAWWWWWWWWWWWWWK” noise that means “I’m out of food you lazy bastard, get out here”, more of a concerned sustained crooning.
I figured fine, you woke me up, I might as well get out of bed and check. I go outside to find Bossy standing in the middle of the coop, doing the sustained bawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwk thing. It’s still too dark to see anything, so I have no idea what she wants. Food? Water? She has both. She can’t really be upset already that I haven’t moved the coop today. Then, I notice something off to the side.
A HORRIBLE EVIL RACCOON. Noooo, stay away from my chickens! The little (ok, size of a large dog) monster just sat there staring at me for a good 2 minutes. It was even sitting on its front paws like cats do.
I don’t really have anything to throw at it, and it might have rabies, so I kind of just made “aaaaugh go away you bastard leave my chickens alone” noises at it. It slinked across the street and ran under a car. Chickens defended! There was another one around the side of the house eating god knows what. I swear, how do they get so fat in the city?
Bossy is one brave chicken.