Maybe I could pack up a few of them and send them to you??
Greg
Raccoons aren't welcome over here as well, being neozoons and invasive species. Why the wildlife park had them, I don't know, but probably because locking them up is one solution. Given the casual way they are able to ignore some of their limiting arrangements, I am not sure that is a good idea. They probably just stay because of the food.
The aboriginal cornucopia, in my neck of the bosque, didn't include encroachers, if one discounts human encroachers, however, human encroachers imported invasive species like the "monkey peanut/Russian olive," the "Chinese elm," &c.
One or two of my neighbors, repeatedly encroach on my neck of the bosque. Her cows jump the fence, but, they don't quite clear the top rung of barbed wire. Other day, she let her bus driver, take half my barbed wire fence with her, half way down the hill; had to pay over 1K. We finished, except for the gate; so, the other neighbor's cows got loose from his barbed wire fence, and came uphill to my fence; of course, they found NO GATE.
So, the wife texted, as I was off on my daily four hour exercise, inside TrusteeSteed. I was already half hour up the wilderness road, when the call came in. "The cows are back." I returned. I asked; what color were the cows; didn't want to know gender, least of all sex, cuz I know cows don't have sex, unless they are ready. And, it didn't look like there were a bull around, at least, not the ones that one could call "bull," maybe heifer, or something else, but not bull. (Look; this is all talk about bulls' heads, not tails. To talk about tails; we could talk about horses. Have pictures; will travel, er, talk)
The cows were gone. Buster was hacking. Two neighbors kept staring at me cuz I had the temerity to look in their eight foot high board fence's knot hole. They are invaders. Teachers who found a house, sixty miles from where they teach. They have two, count them, two overly-sized "chili ristras." "Ristras de Chile," are not made for fancy, expensive wall, or doorway entrance decorations. They are made for eating, after cooking, but you knew that, didn't you? You did; I saw you smile.
Only Mom knew how to cook chili, and, and, "frijoles," and, "tortillas," and fried eggs, and bacon. Mom cooked the bacon with the beans. A friend called me "Beaner." I told him that the U.S. would never have been settled, if it hadn't been four Beaners. Don't ask me which Beaners they were; heck if I know.
So, Buster got runned over by the teachers' kids on their four-wheeler, or so my theory goes. Yep; a "two-thousand dollar runned over."
I am thinking about installing a metal lath fence. Next time the neighbor runs over my fence, her bus will get a ten-thousand dollar "primer gray." It's either that, or, a "ten-thousand" dollar road rash.
My other neighbor installed an eight-foot tall fence and sowed his field with top-notch alfa- alfa- beta, gamma, grama grained grass. An elk installed a gate. (Have pictures; will post, if you pay me.)
No! Really! I get up before the rooster grows, inhale a burrito, and make TrusteeSteed groan. My cousin tells me that to stop myTrusteeSteed from groaning, one has to replace bushings on your suspension. That would help me hunt elk, I think; maybe if I changed my "glass-packs." It would help the muffler noise and install noise in "C-Major."
Major warning; I don't a tune in any major.
Victor
P.S.
I have six, count them, six friers in a cage. How do you suggest I dispatch them on their errand? My four-foot, three inch, grandma would dispatch them on a wooden block with an ax with two blades. I asked why the two blades. She said one for the rooster, the other for my toes, in case I miss. I asked if I could try. Yep. There goes the head, however, I let go the feet, which Granma had advised not to do. Why? They can still fly. And, there goes breakfast, down the hill, to be runned over by the bus.
Kitchen catch a Tory. One needs a Tory to design a long-arm for chicken hawks, but, never, prairie chickens, although, I hear that they taste like chicken.
PSS
I bought 100 rounds of .22 MANGUMS. I don't even know where I put my barrel cleaners
Do you find "BB's" in the gullets of your prairie chickens? Don't eat 'em. Your chickens are now "leaded." Or, is ammo constructed like gasoline; leaded or unleaded.
I didn't know that "diesel" motors don't have carburetors. Amazing, I say, . . . .
