Warning - It's a deceased predator post.
Went up tonight to throw down some fresh straw for the chickens and close them up for the night and all the chickens are out in the yard milling around, which is unusual so close to dark. I open the big door to the coop and walk in and what do I find in the nestboxes eating eggs? A huge opossum.
Scared the life out of me, you know? So, i shoo the chickens out of the coop that followed me in and closed the darn thing in. Ran down through the yard to get the shotgun and run back up to the coop.
Look in through the window and see that the opossum is still in the nestbox, chewing on an egg. So, I open the chook door and try to get an aim by laying down with the shotgun through the small door, and of course that won't work, and now he's looking at me. So, I had to open my door and walk in to get the deed done.
So, after 2 shots of 12 gauge high brass .00 buck, it's a dead opossum, and I have some serious plywood repair to do.
I never said I was a great huntress, and my aim is not good, so there's a bit of collateral damage.
I had to have the neighbor boy come up to remove the carcass, because I was too, uh, chicken to pick it up myself. And my girls and guys are back in their coop, roosting peacefully.
My kids think I'm crazy, after watching me run across the yard and back with the shotgun, and my husband, who is at work, thinks the whole situation is hysterical.
Anyways - such is the state of affairs on my wonderful piece of America.
Em - 1 Opossum - 0
Thanks for reading -
Em
Went up tonight to throw down some fresh straw for the chickens and close them up for the night and all the chickens are out in the yard milling around, which is unusual so close to dark. I open the big door to the coop and walk in and what do I find in the nestboxes eating eggs? A huge opossum.
Scared the life out of me, you know? So, i shoo the chickens out of the coop that followed me in and closed the darn thing in. Ran down through the yard to get the shotgun and run back up to the coop.
Look in through the window and see that the opossum is still in the nestbox, chewing on an egg. So, I open the chook door and try to get an aim by laying down with the shotgun through the small door, and of course that won't work, and now he's looking at me. So, I had to open my door and walk in to get the deed done.
So, after 2 shots of 12 gauge high brass .00 buck, it's a dead opossum, and I have some serious plywood repair to do.
I had to have the neighbor boy come up to remove the carcass, because I was too, uh, chicken to pick it up myself. And my girls and guys are back in their coop, roosting peacefully.
My kids think I'm crazy, after watching me run across the yard and back with the shotgun, and my husband, who is at work, thinks the whole situation is hysterical.
Anyways - such is the state of affairs on my wonderful piece of America.
Em - 1 Opossum - 0
Thanks for reading -
Em
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