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NO KIDDING!!!! If you saw the line up of birds I have growing out in that pen...you would know why I was freaking out. There was a whole lot more to the story than I said...mostly cause I was really cold and just wanted to warm up and go to bed after such a long day. When I found that turd in there I had to run to the barn for the pitchfork and when I came back, he was going after birds...so I pinned him in the corner first and then got him good a few times, but he would keep wriggling loose from the tines and would go after my birds again...so I finally go to the point where I got him good and then wedged the end of the tines on the back of the building...and took off and got another pitch fork and proceeded to block him in the tiny corner and realized I had no idea how I was going to get him out. He was growling and biting the tines and doing everything he could to get loose...by that time I'd already been outside for about 20 min trying to get him out of there. I called my uncle because he was the only person that I could think of that would be home...and he lives 20 min away...but I was NOT going to be leaving that THING alone with my birds...NO WAY. I ended up being outside sitting on a cement block with the ends of the pitchforks braced against my foot for about an hour all together in 30 degree weather...I was so happy when it was all over.
I just checked all my birds over again and was pretty happy to see that all of them were ok...sigh...my whole line up of birchen boys are in there!
not to mention the lavender silver sussex, my blue copper girls and all the young birchen girls I'm growing out....man...talk about heart break if I lost any of those.
What impresses me is that you had the testicular fortitude to use whatever means neccessary to get rid of that possum and save your birds. Most women would be too squimish to do what you have done....IMO
NO KIDDING!!!! If you saw the line up of birds I have growing out in that pen...you would know why I was freaking out. There was a whole lot more to the story than I said...mostly cause I was really cold and just wanted to warm up and go to bed after such a long day. When I found that turd in there I had to run to the barn for the pitchfork and when I came back, he was going after birds...so I pinned him in the corner first and then got him good a few times, but he would keep wriggling loose from the tines and would go after my birds again...so I finally go to the point where I got him good and then wedged the end of the tines on the back of the building...and took off and got another pitch fork and proceeded to block him in the tiny corner and realized I had no idea how I was going to get him out. He was growling and biting the tines and doing everything he could to get loose...by that time I'd already been outside for about 20 min trying to get him out of there. I called my uncle because he was the only person that I could think of that would be home...and he lives 20 min away...but I was NOT going to be leaving that THING alone with my birds...NO WAY. I ended up being outside sitting on a cement block with the ends of the pitchforks braced against my foot for about an hour all together in 30 degree weather...I was so happy when it was all over.
I just checked all my birds over again and was pretty happy to see that all of them were ok...sigh...my whole line up of birchen boys are in there!
What impresses me is that you had the testicular fortitude to use whatever means neccessary to get rid of that possum and save your birds. Most women would be too squimish to do what you have done....IMO
