Thanks for reading my blog. I hope you are having a really good day today.
Where I live in the North Georgia mountains when I'm not with Katie, we used to have trouble with a red fox. Foxes find rabbits mostly by scent, so each night we would post one of us boys near his den, and as soon as he came in for the night, the one watching would hop back home and tell us he was there. Then father, and all 26 boys would get in single file and make a long trail of our scent in a part of the woods we didn't intend to be in the next day. The poor fox would find the scent when he came out of his den; be all excited about finding so many rabbits; follow our fake trail all day; and finally have to settle for a mouse for dinner when he realized he wasn't getting any rabbits.
This got old after a while, so father came up with another plan. There was a chicken plant nearby where they get chicken ready for the local Chick Fil A, and father took us there with some plastic grocery bags. We put some of the chicken left overs they were throwing out each day into the bags, and while the fox was asleep, we put them right outside the entrance to his den. In the morning he ate his fill of chicken, so he didn't need to hunt rabbits that day.
Only one of us each day had to do this, so each of us took one day a month, and father took the other days. The fox finally saw us doing this, and he didn't even try to catch us. We think he decided he liked chicken much better than rabbit.
In fact, now when he prowls around during the day he's not hunting, he's guarding this part of the woods to keep other predators away from us. He doesn't want any other animals getting in the way of his free food.
Keep your chin up!
Robert P. Rabbit