Last summer, my papa climbed up our maple tree and peered into the hole in the middle of the tree. An entire family of raccoons peered back.
It's quite the hole: almost five feet deep and probably a few feet across at the base. I could have stood in it comfortably.
Troubling that the integrity of the main trunk is so severely compromised by rot and massive craters.
Papa did a bit of limb trimming
and Chris placed some screening over the hole.
While raccoons are a part of the urban environment, I would prefer to not provide them with 5 star accommodations and world class [chicken] dining. They'll have to work a bit harder than that to get at our girls. Game on, raccoons.
