Who ate the wieners?

 It all started with a video of a man somewhere in Canada who recorded his scene of hand feeding a hoard of about 30 raccoons their evening meal of two pounds of wieners. No, we didn't search for this video, it happened to be in the up next position after we were looking at one of our videos on our channel.

Mind you, we are not fans of feeding wild animals people food, but on the other hand, in this busy world we all need a little merriment and watching this video was amusing.

Then we decided to bait the game camera to see what would show up at our place in Central Texas.  

We know that our most frequent visitor is the raccoon, since it (maybe they) have to make a nightly raid on the bird feeder getting every last sunflower seed.

Now, 'coons don't get around much in daylight, but as soon as it gets dark, they are on the prowl and miss nothing if it smells like food.

So, adding a package of wieners to our grocery list, we came home with 8 wieners costing 69 cents.   These were not your gourmet variety, but made from all sorts of meat, and in Canada to boot.

The first night out showed that the raccoon got the wiener at 8pm.   It also showed that the fox made its appearance at 2am the next morning---way to late.  From the photo, you could tell that the fox knew what was going on with the provided dinner because it had that look of "okay, I can beat this ol' 'coon at his own game.

For the next several evenings, the wieners went out at about 5 pm and they were gone by 630 pm.  Ya see, the fox knew the 'coon was still up in the tree because it was not dark yet.

All this prompted the crafting of this rhyme to document the study.   Must get another package of wieners.

Who Ate the Wieners?

I did not know how this could be, but in colder climes apparently

Coons can hibernate like bears,  and so must eat to fatten their

Bodies ‘til spring arrives and they awake, to rustle up a new grubstake.

A kindly Canadian then set about, arranging a giant wiener handout.

Roly-poly coons came by the horde, to feast on his hot dog smorgasbord.

They were here and they were there, climbing all over him everywhere.

 

Well that gave an idea to my better half, an opportunity for a photograph.

First to the store for some cheap bait, then set up the camera overnight and wait.

Next morning, just as he’d figured it , there was the face of the masked bandit.

Would he be back again to sup,  on another wiener and gobble it up

Before another animal could benefit, would he again get all of it?   BUT---

The coon snoring up the tree in his bunk, wouldn’t leave it till the sun had sunk.

 

MEANWHILE

 

Someone else had seen some juice on the plate, and knew he had been too late.

He twitched his whiskers and decided then, that that would never happen again.

And he waited patiently in the woods, for the deliverer of the goods.

Soon he heard a step gravitate, in the direction of the plate.

He could see and hear no muss no fuss, as chunks of meat hit the surface.

It was still light no coons about, so he took his time and just pigged out.