The coonies raided the feeders again last night despite the electrified wire. I caught one in the act with one foot on the hot wire and the other foot hanging on to the ground side, munching away. Clearly, the charger is defective despite reading 30 volts with a meter. ( I have no idea what it should read.) When hit with the powerful spotlight, he looked up for about one second as if to say "What's your problem Bud?" and went right back to chowing down.
However, a new charger is but a few miles from the humble abode. There WILL be a new device in place by this evening. I refuse to be defeated in this. I have the will. I have the technology. Confidence is high, repeat, confidence is high.
Victory will be snatched from the jaws of defeat. Revenge will be mine.
Okay, that's all the corny stuff I can think of for now. Stay tuned.