My coons are quite civil. After they eat all my corn, they lay down for a nice nap. They are very thankful afterward.
I would have a conniption fit. I'd detonate that area, even sacrificing the feeder for the chance to cleanse the spot of those lazy, complacent vermin.
My great uncle managed a very large ranch NW of San Angelo. They ran sheep and cattle. Regarding the intelligence of sheep, he used to say, "They're born looking for a place to die".
My great uncle managed a very large ranch NW of San Angelo. They ran sheep and cattle. Regarding the intelligence of sheep, he used to say, "They're born looking for a place to die".
Sounds like my Pops view on a Jersey Cow
He would go...just look at them Scooter they even look stupid