The other day we heard a great commotion coming from the upper corner of the back yard. Barkley, unlike his moniker, hardly ever barks, but he was barking up a dark storm. We also heard a strange unbirdlike chittering. When I finally left the lessons with the kids and looked outside, we could see he had chased a raccoon out of our compost bin! The racoon was sitting on top of the back fence chittering away at Barkley. For several minutes they had a noisy standoff. When Barkley took a flying leap at him, the raccoon disappeared over the fence in a flash.
It had rained really hard the night before. We are guessing the visitor was surveying the compost pile on his nightly raids and decided to climb in, curl up, and take a nap under the covering. He was rousted by Barkley who happens to think the tastier tidbits in the compost are his alone. Barkley then stood guard over the compost bin for the next half hour.
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