As if one Houdini in the End of the Rainbow Valley wasn’t enough, we have two. Our 80+ pound rescue dog, Balto isn’t the only one who can escape wire crates…
You see for the past couple of weeks my newly potted flower pots have been torn up with the annuals strewn all around and root balls severed. The barn cats have been hanging around up at the house now that they discovered comfy cushioned chairs on our front porch and a good place to also bird watch at our main feeder.
Natureman was kind enough to set up the live animal trap baiting it with cat food and sure enough the trap would be triggered the next morning , food gone and no creature inside. One morning I discovered Blanca, our black cat inside and another morning it was Bebe, her sibling. With a live trap for those with no experience with trapping, the animal isn’t hurt and it’s easy to catch and release.
But the barn cats don’t need to dig in pots so the perpetrator was still out there… You see the orioles jam bowls on the top of the feeder were either toppled/ broken during the week’s time. One morning when Natureman inquired about the trap, I looked at him funny and asked where he had moved the trap. His response was, he hadn’t. The cage was at the bottom of the hill with no critter inside. This critter was an escape artist. Houdini #2.
Natureman anchored it in place. Yet, the food ended up gone and the cage triggered with no captive. The cage must be broken and even after being tinkered with, no critter the next couple of nights. After hearing some commotion and turning on the porch ligh there shimmering up the birdfeeder was the culprit, the sneaky raccoon.
It was time to invest in a new trap so we spent the big bucks and invested in a new one. Yesterday the food was gone and when I went to collect eggs, a chicken was dead.
Plants are one thing, but don’t bother our girls. This meant war. Two traps, a large and a smaller one were baited with grape jelly. When I awoke early this am and flipped on the porch light, off scurried the cats and in front of me only the large trap sitting there, food gone and the little trap sprung down the hill. Nada, nothing, bupkas.
Ticked, I couldn’t sleep. So I did my morning puzzle and Balto who usually is a champion sleeper became very attentive at the front porch. “What, you need to go out, buddy?” There was something grabbing his attention. The bait bowls were empty so what was the deal, the large trap was sprung.
Looks like we caught Houdini #2.