Was finishing dinner last night and noticed that it looked like the ducks were being herded. Weird, because their usual "shepherds," the geese, were already locked in their pen.
Then, I saw a possum, scavenging in the ducks' food dish. By the time I got outside, the runners were losing their minds. I ushered everyone into housing and met the least-fearful possum I've ever come across. No drooling, no running off, just teeth baring. It had No Intention of going anywhere.
When it finally relented, it ambled over by the goose pen -- which prompted a barrage of hisses -- then into a hollow tree (chased it out), under a raised coop (chased it out), under the raised duck house (chased it out) and behind a chunk of concrete leaned against a tree (couldn't dislodge it) I outwaited it. Eventually, the possum walked into a 13-gallon plastic trash can that was tipped on its side. I righted the can, walked it over to the north fence, released the possum, and it made a beeline for the barn.
Perfect finish to an already weird day. At noon, a furnace repairman showed up in the driveway. He was from the company I called more than a week earlier that never called me back. I had to tell him that when I didn't hear anything and water was pouring out of my furnace and across the floor, I called another company and the repair work had been done since Tuesday. Who just shows up at your house with no confirmed appointment, especially a full week later?
Then, I saw a possum, scavenging in the ducks' food dish. By the time I got outside, the runners were losing their minds. I ushered everyone into housing and met the least-fearful possum I've ever come across. No drooling, no running off, just teeth baring. It had No Intention of going anywhere.
When it finally relented, it ambled over by the goose pen -- which prompted a barrage of hisses -- then into a hollow tree (chased it out), under a raised coop (chased it out), under the raised duck house (chased it out) and behind a chunk of concrete leaned against a tree (couldn't dislodge it) I outwaited it. Eventually, the possum walked into a 13-gallon plastic trash can that was tipped on its side. I righted the can, walked it over to the north fence, released the possum, and it made a beeline for the barn.
Perfect finish to an already weird day. At noon, a furnace repairman showed up in the driveway. He was from the company I called more than a week earlier that never called me back. I had to tell him that when I didn't hear anything and water was pouring out of my furnace and across the floor, I called another company and the repair work had been done since Tuesday. Who just shows up at your house with no confirmed appointment, especially a full week later?
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