Kayla’s Chat Thread

What’s your favorite Egg color?

  • Brown

    Votes: 10 12.3%

  • Dark Brown

    Votes: 20 24.7%

  • Blue

    Votes: 41 50.6%

  • Green

    Votes: 27 33.3%

  • Olive

    Votes: 15 18.5%

  • White

    Votes: 12 14.8%

  • Off-white

    Votes: 7 8.6%

  • Cream

    Votes: 10 12.3%

  • Other - please specify

    Votes: 7 8.6%

  • WE ARE STUCK WITH THIS POLL

    Votes: 16 19.8%
  • Total voters
    81
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So I went to go check on my chickens after leaving them alone for a day in a snowstorm.

Saw something not moving in a nest box, thought it was a dead hen. Then it moved, okay not dead. Then I realized it has fur. *cue scream of bloody murder*
Fur covered beast did not like that. It hissed and bore teeth. It was a Possum, scum of the earth.

So I try to call home because I have a paralyzing fear of Possums. No answer. Call again. Brother picks up. Tel him to bring thick gloves since we can't find the gun. Phone dies.

He shows up, calls dad after possum does not like being touched. He leaves to get bro #2. Dad calls bro #3 and he brings the gun. Chickens are let loose in the barn, possum gets bullet in brain. Then chickens are herded into spare coop while I clean up. Then chickens are put back in respective coop.


Above is a play by play of my last 40min. I wanna puke. I hate possums and I hate using guns.

Even worse, there was no obvious place of entry for said possum. It pulled a magic trick, I guess.
 
Cyprus said:
So I went to go check on my chickens after leaving them alone for a day in a snowstorm.

Saw something not moving in a nest box, thought it was a dead hen. Then it moved, okay not dead. Then I realized it has fur. *cue scream of bloody murder*
Fur covered beast did not like that. It hissed and bore teeth. It was a Possum, scum of the earth.

So I try to call home because I have a paralyzing fear of Possums. No answer. Call again. Brother picks up. Tel him to bring thick gloves since we can't find the gun. Phone dies.

He shows up, calls dad after possum does not like being touched. He leaves to get bro #2. Dad calls bro #3 and he brings the gun. Chickens are let loose in the barn, possum gets bullet in brain. Then chickens are herded into spare coop while I clean up. Then chickens are put back in respective coop.


Above is a play by play of my last 40min. I wanna puke. I hate possums and I hate using guns.

Even worse, there was no obvious place of entry for said possum. It pulled a magic trick, I guess.
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That’s awful Cyprus!
Maybe invest in some padlocks for all entry ways to your coop.
 

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