Masked bandits raided my stash of drying sunflower heads last night. Luckily they were caught on tape:
I had about 10 huge, ripe sunflower heads drying in a washtub on the porch – it gets really warm when the sun hits it in the afternoon. I figured I’d dried them down, roast and salt them, and have snacks for the winter. But this pair of raccoons helped themselves last night, and now I’m reluctant to use them. I know the chance of either of those coons having rabies is slim, but the idea of eating something that a raccoon has been pawing through is not appealing.
So, over the fence and into the chicken pen they go. We’ll eat them eventually that way. Besides, I like eggs better than sunflower seeds.