As I said a couple weeks ago, Chuck has figured out how to operate the chicken feeder. And though we routinely chase him off (multiple times per day), he unerringly circles right back like some horrible furry tetherball.
After a while, though, it seemed like there was an impossible amount of chicken feed being consumed for just one woodchuck. Even a ridiculously portly one.
So I set up a trail cam to get to the bottom of this little mystery and it would seem that Chuck has gotten the word out to his buddies…
I gotta make copies of this. Where’s the closest Kinko’s?”
As a result, and at the risk of sounding like a surly father, “now we’re feeding the whole damn neighborhood...” All that’s missing is a neon sign advertising the NEK’s newest 24-hour buffet.
As a result, I’ve had to take drastic measures.
So now, every night when I lock up the chickens, I also have to schlep their food over to our shed and lock it up too.
And I’ll tell you, this maneuver has seriously aggravated one rotund little marmot.
Well, Chuck? You should’ve kept your fat mouth shut.
j.s.
[To be Continued…]