About 30 years ago, my kids and I found a baby possum the size of a mouse, and we raised it to adulthood, and released it. It was fun for the kids. They named it Blossom. We didn't have chickens. Last night, we trapped a large possum that has been trying to get into the run. I decided that if I found a baby possum again, I'd throw it to the chickens, who love to eat mice.


