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Day 25 – Look Who Came Calling!

Who could the culprit be?

Who could the culprit be?

About a month or so ago the ferret food started to disappear. Adding bungee cords to hold down the lid on the food dispenser didn’t help – the cords would be removed and the food gone each morning. At first we thought it might be the cats, but they aren’t strong or dexterous enough to break into our tied down ferret food hopper.

We got one of those live traps, thinking we might be dealing with a raccoon. We put the trap beside the ferret cage and… nothing. The food stopped disappearing and the trap remained untouched.

A couple of weeks later, we caught the neighbour’s cat. The cat was rather miffed that it had been busted stealing the cat food we had used as bait, but the ferret food remained untouched. We speculated that maybe the raccoon had met with an untidy end up on the highway or had seen traps before and knew it was best to avoid our place.

Then, last night, this fellow paid us a visit:

I know these devils eat chickens, kill turkeys and ducks, and generally have no respect for other people's property, but my, oh my, they are adorable!

I know these devils eat chickens, kill turkeys and ducks, and generally have no respect for other people’s property, but my, oh my, they are adorable!

This dude was FAT!! Totally rolly polly and surprisingly relaxed, given his circumstances.

We loaded him into the back of the truck and drove him waaaaaay out of town to an undisclosed wilderness location…

We released him far, far away from any farms or houses where he might be tempted to make trouble...

We released him far, far away from any farms or houses where he might be tempted to make trouble…

He shot out of the trap and headed for the hills...

He shot out of the trap and headed for the hills…

He was moving fast when he exited the trap, but we had released him at the bottom of a huge, forested hill and he didn’t get very far before he was huffing and puffing and had to stop for rest. He turned to look down at us and we wondered how he would fare out in the wild without easy access to a steady supply of ferret food. Then we decided he was carrying so much flab he probably wouldn’t have to eat all winter and he’d still be fine by the time spring rolled around. By which time he had caught his breath and continued on his way, disappearing into the trees, no doubt in search of a good place to have a nap.

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