The never ending feud continues. I walked out to the pigeon cage the other day and found feathers everywhere. In one corner of the cage, a single pigeon leg hung from the bars, attached to the cage with only sinew.
Blood and gore were strewn about. One of the pigeons was gone. No way for the raccoon to enter, he must have been able to catch a hold of a pigeons leg and pull him through the bars in pieces.
He was still there, the pigeon. He had been pulled to pieces, limb from limb. His body was long dead and cast into a corner near the cage. Killed for no reason, his body left uneaten.
There was no doubt what had committed the dastardly deed. So I moved my trap. The one that had been untouched for weeks.
Lo and behold, a particularly feisty racoons was banging back and forth inside the next morning.
I hate these things.