The dogs were going bananas and they just wouldn't quit. I looked outside. All their noses pointed in the same direction--the veggie garden. Oh noes! The young doe who's been nibbling on my trees and grapes was probably brazenly flicking her tail at them while decimating something even more precious, like my three small blueberry shrubs.
I dashed out and--
It wasn't a deer. It took me a while to count them all. Six raccoons--two adults and four older babies--had made themselves comfortable in one of our silver maples.
I got the girl and we snapped some photos before I let Chase out so she could sniff around the base of the tree and bark at them. Then I sprayed them all with water. We waited about a half hour--shower, rinse, repeat in another half hour. One of them actually hissed at me. But soaked raccoons are so cuuuute! We brought out a stick and a sword just in case they attacked us, but although they were peeved, they didn't get riled enough to want to come down and teach us a lesson.
The next night, about 3am actually so I guess that would be dang o'clock in the morning, the dogs started up again so I went out. Just one adult raccoon, as far as I could tell. I got the hose and sprayed him good.
I haven't seen the raccoons since. I hope they stay away. The hens are safe at night in the coop, but our neighbors have their chickens loose and I don't want another slaughterfest. Cute, but very, very destructive.
And darling when wet and hissing.
I may add pictures to this post later. (Posted 8/8/2011)