Coon Saga: New Interests...

Well, I know the updates stopped abruptly and I am sorry to have left such a "cliff hanger" in this saga. The truth is, the coons are gone. We do not know what the heck happend to them. They have been MIA for about 2 weeks now. I have a sneaking suspicion that the sardines in mustard sauce that Rambo thought would entice them had them running for the hills, literally, after they were left in the baking sun for about 5 days. My sleep has returned, but my sanity has not. That is because of Rambo's latest endeavor, he has found a new sport. In fact, he would totally win gold if you could partake in this in the Olympics. That is not something to be proud of, though. It is not an Olympic sport for good reason. It is because It happens to be: Grackel Shooting/Target Practice. You will see in the uploaded pictures what exactly I mean... This is not just a few grackels here and there. He has made our lawn into a giant feeder by sprinkling dog food in the grass. Our backyard looks like Gettysburg for Grackels every weekend b/c Rambo thinks that the dead ones are good decoys to lure in the live ones. His favorite time to do it is Sunday morning while Gigi eats her waffles.

The truth is, I would prefer to have the coons back. At least then, I would not have to look at a mass gravesite in my backyard of black rats with wings while enjoying my coffee on the Lord's day. And they smell. Good news is, we have been invited to a birthday party for Davy Crockett's 226th, so Rambo is motivated to get back to business and one-up everyone by making his own homemade coonskin hat.

 

What keeps him going with his eye on the prize... although, in this picture they would all be dead.