It’s that time of year. Every so often I will go outside to find a few chickens missing so I play detective to find out what has been munching on my flock. I noticed in the last few weeks I was missing a few smaller bantams…2 roosters mainly. I had a beautiful splash cochin rooster that I intended to breed this spring, however Murphy’s (I think that’s the one) law prevails and he disappeared. Dang it!
Last night I went outside to lock up my chickens like normal. My faithful companion, Mia, always goes with me. It’s a ritual. She knows when I put my coat or grab my flashlight that it’s time to go lock the critters up.
Mia darted out and immediately started growling and barking, which she rarely does unless she see something out of the ordinary. I flashed my light onto her and she had something cornered but I couldn’t tell what it was and I didn’t want to go up on it not knowing what I would find. I tried to ease my way around the corner to get a peak. Mia kept looking at me and then looking back at the intruder all the while keeping it in its place.
I could barely see the shadow but I knew it was an opossum….err in these parts just “possum.” 😊I could see the shape of its face and pointed nose. It was hiding under the garden cart that we attach to the lawn mower.
I had my phone on me so I call inside the house for the “man” to come out and bring his shot gun, which he obliged. He has had the flu this week also and I felt bad for asking but I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t want my dog hurt…nor me. (Plus it makes him feel better when I ask him for help. 😉)
So out he comes with gun in hand slipping and sliding (it was icy and I forgot to tell him😕) He locates the intruder and promptly “dispatches” it. That a nice way we mean to kill it. That how we refer to it. Those boogers are viscous, don’t be fooled.
I don’t like to kill things at all but I’ve learned over the years that some things just can’t be “relocated.” We get coyotes, raccoons, bob cats, fox, hawks, and “possum.” They come back and create havoc on my flock especially once they figure out where they are. One of the worst things is going out to put your critters up for the night only to find mutilated baby ducks or chickens in the yard. Yeah I could keep them locked up but things still find their way in…it’s just in closer quarters. At least they get to be free and enjoy the yard as much as they can. They are happy this way.
Mia got a good pat on the head for being on the lookout and taking care of the yard. She promptly went back inside, hopped on the bed and went to sleep. (That is her most favorite past time) . Oh and I gave the old man a pat on the head too cause he was in his pajamas and sick. 😊
I didn’t take this pic but definitely what it looked like.
All is well in the yard…for now!