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This forum is bad for me. I like it. But it's not the only bad influence in my life.
My mom thought the hurricanes in St. Pete were the best time for skateboarding with a bedsheet with her brothers. She would probably check the weather and head down there anyway if she hadn't been living there in the first place. But that lady is tough. And a little crazy. She's been waging war with raccoons down in tennessee in the dark with my little brother. When she sends me texts with play by play texts telling me how she killed a racoon carrying off a bantam hen while she was "yelling like warf" and her racoon scores vs her bird hit points it reminds me that I will never be as slightly crazy as my mom. But she's also always smiling, cheerful, and quiet spoken with lovely curly red hair. And she's gone back to work as a plant stocking contractor for the premium hardware plants which has certain perks, so while she's running around the backyard in the dark shooting up raccoons with my mellow littlest brother, she's surrounded by blooming hibiscus, jasmine, pomegranate other tropical novelties they sell for summer display that came out of cracked pots that were destined for the dumpster because they weren't up to par. If I were her I'd probably already have a coyote tail up on my coop. But I'm not her, so I'm not gunning down murderous raccoons all night in Tennessee. Nothing gets her darling baby goose dragons and muscovy without getting a "bullet surprise". Maybe someday I'll get to be slightly crazy like her.
Her journal would be fun.
Lol, I don't know your age, but i am going to be 67 this month.....there does come a time ....when you look in the mirror.......or do something .....and you realise, ...OMG I'M JUST LIKE my mother....... my moment was in my late 50's....
Your mother sounds like alot of fun ! Suck it up and shoot that coyote and send your mom the tail....bet she would be proud of you

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DH hates guns. However this time he says I'm justified doing whatever I want here and he'll support me. He feels like this is an appropriate use for a gun, but I know nothing about them, he knows nothing about them (alright, maybe we both know a little, but it feels like nothing), so I'm waiting until my voice comes back and I'm calling the mother to get her recommendations and where she got hers, which is funny, because when I was living at home she was against them. She may also recommend some traps. I know they like their traps baited with marshmallows. Not sure how coyotes feel about marshmallows. I'd probably use chicken from the freezer or organ meat. I just have to be patient and get my voice and throat back. I mean, I could text, but on this I'd want to talk and that's still painful.