This morning, when Mr. Mouse stepped outside to get the paper, he was greeted by an sight of mayhem and destruction. The vandals had already left the site of the crime, but we knew it was one of the many raccoons who are so sure they own the neighborhood.
It should have looked like this:
And really, we should probably consider ourselves lucky that it took the raccoons more than two years to take down the fountain, which I put up in March 2012.
Still, it's sad. I'd enjoyed the gentle sound of water. It was fun to watch the chickadee look into the tube from which the water came when it was shady (I use solar fountains in my garden).
Now this. I put the big bowl in the trash and the big bowl, unharmed, in the back.
Racoons are difficult to stop--I know an electric fence will do the trick, but I'm hoping to come up with a less fragile solution instead.
I was going to call this post "Summer of Discontent, Fall of Frustration" - but really, it's such a little thing. Nobody got hurt. Here's another opportunity for getting the creative juices flowing!