Meet Pooper

I am calling this guy pooper.

There has been a spot in the back of the yard that keeps getting pooped, daily poop. And poop on top of poop. I have several photos, but I am going to spare you those.

I moved our Ring camera out to the back to try and find the culprit. The only thing it proved was the culprit was to small to trip the camera. In the morning there was fresh poo right where I had cleaned up the previous piles.

There were paw prints on the window sill that I could tell were from a Raccoon, but those were out front. Then I noticed more prints in the ash (that is still falling from the fires) on the garbage and recycling bins.

Along with the paw prints and the fact that all the poo is in the same place every single morning, as in right on top of the previous pile. Because these little buggers always go in the same place like a latrine. I was pretty sure it was a raccoon. Last night when I took the garbage out after work (11pm) this guy was in the back yard, just lounging on the patio. He had already pooped on top of the previous days poop.

Raccoon or perhaps a beaver

I had to clean out the pool first thing this morning.  I suppose I should thank that damn raccoon for making such mess last night I could not ignore it for even part of a day, especially if I wanted to swim tonight.

When I looked out the window this morning, there were branches floating in the pool.  Branches.  Also dead stalks from my rhubarb, corn stalks (oh by the way not from my garden those went to the yard waste already – he brought these with him) and floating pieces of bark!  WTF Raccoon!  Perhaps it was a beaver trying to build a damn around the ladder.

So after my workout and breakfast I pulled all the debris out of the pool and vacuumed it.  Backwashed the filter and then added some water before putting the pool cover floats back on top and loading up to head to Mary’s for canning.

We canned 15 quarts of jam, 10 of blackberry and 5 of blackberry, plum and ginger.

All of this to prove my point from yesterday.  Because I planned on leaving by noon today I fit in my workout, pool cleaning, garden watering, vacuuming and watering the house plants before showering and loading up all my canning gear.  I get more done when there is less time to get it done.

Tomorrow is looking productive as well as there is a mid day appointment and a baking order due, both to add pressure to the schedule!

997

This is my 997 post. I should plan something remarkable for post number 1,000 but that won’t happen. It’s hard to believe you are still coming here to read about my “view” when so little of it is actually making the page these days. Part of that is the market season, for a part time job I am crazy busy. I do have three days off each week and have filled them up with a variety of things. Because of the 365 project a lot of those things I have pictures of, not all however.

Mary came over on Saturday, she is painting a house so borrowed my paint sprayer and picked up some of her things that were here. We went down to the market and walked around, yes even on my days off I am at a market. There are no pictures of this but I am heading over to Bremerton on Thursday to can blackberry jam with Mary, Mercy and a friend of theirs. So I’m sure there will be a picture and most likely blog to bore you with as well.

I have done quite a bit of baking lately, even with Baby Cakes not really in business any more. I have had orders two Thursday’s in a row. That along with a couple hundred cupcakes made last week to take to the market because my chef demo bailed and I didn’t have time to replace them.

I also made a cake recently for Sara and John’s 50th wedding anniversary. I couldn’t blog about it at the time because it was a surprise. Not the fifty years obviously but the dinner that the family had for them. I drove the cake through hemp fest traffic which was crazy and met them at Queen Margherita Pizza. Sara and John arrived and were very surprised to see everyone there. I got to catch up with Johnny, Audrey and little Sara. I also got to meet Bret’s finance Amber and the evening was a lot of fun.

This last weekend I went to a play with Katherine. I have only seen her a couple of times since Hawaii, once for another play and a couple of times to help in her yard, so this was a treat.

The play itself was hilarious, womens prison b-movie spin. Very campy and there is nothing I can do to explain it. Well except here….check out this video from the “talent show” that the inmates put on.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1r96mn-1eG4

I could blog about Raccoons. Because there are always raccoons. Raccoons are always causing damage. They broke and tore up all of my corn last week. Every. Single. Ear. Of. Corn. I pulled out all the broken stalks and corn cob pieces while weeding last weekend.

They are always leaving me mud in the just cleaned pool. Always. Fun.

Or Football…I can always talk football. The preseason is looking good, three wins zero losses (so far.) Football starts in just over a week. Today the Seahawks had to cut the roster to 75 and I am so very thrilled that the quarter back they went with is Russel Wilson! This could be a very good season.

This young girl is a daughter of a vendor.
She asked me last week where Lori was, when I told her she went home to LA, she asked if that was why I looked so sad. Yep, that would be why. None of the grown ups I work with there would notice but she plucked that right out of the universe and handed it to me.

But these six cards I got in the mail today helped a little with the missing.

Well the cards and this awesome picture Flo took when we went to Kubota garden.

Feathers

I am only giving you this photo.  Chicken feathers everywhere this morning, IN. MY. YARD.  More than that however, in my pool, in my garden all over the deck.  I let Missy out and didn’t really look outside.  Went and gave her food and water and went back to the door and she wasn’t there yet.  I looked around and What The….. 

Missy was in the grass, sniffing at feathers.  Out I went in my bare feet, confirmed she was just sniffing feathers and not a carcass and got her back inside.  The feathers were stuck to the frost on my deck and now sticking to my bare feet and fingers.

I went in and showered and got ready for work because dealing with this was going to require more than my flimsy bathrobe thankyouverymuch!

I first got all of the feathers out of the grass and off the deck.  Then on the pool side of the yard I picked up big groups of feathers but mostly focused on the actual bird and stray organs.  I didn’t want to leave them out there for the crows or rats or whatever else to drag them off somewhere.  I’m sure when the raccoon comes back for leftovers tonight he will be mighty pissed I stole his dinner.  I managed to get the bird bagged and into the trash before the can was picked up for the day.

What I didn’t get up were the feathers.  Feathers in the pool, feathers in the garden, the beds, the paths, everywhere.  It looks like a sorority pillow fight gone bad.

I’m pretty sure which neighbor lost the bird and from the size of the feathers and the path they have you kind of have a road map of where they came into my yard over the gate, over the deck, over the fence, a little wash in the pool on both sides for good measure and then the main course in the garden.

No matter how badly I want chickens there is no way to keep them safe from the raccoons without surrounding my house in some raccoon proof version of Thunderdome.