Heard a small cry coming from the coop last night around 1:00am. Sounded all most like a human baby with a slight case of hiccups. Listened at the back door for a minute or two until I heard it again to be sure it really was the chickens. The next time was much louder and I bolted through the screen door, my wife surprisingly right on my heals. When we got to the coop and shined the light in we were greeted by two of the most beady, yellow eyes I have ever seen. A possum. A little one, but with teeth as sharp and large as daggers. I grabbed the closest thing around...a flat tipped (?) shovel and literally beat the living tar out of it. I didn't know I had it in me, but with all the C**P I've been going through here lately, I guess I found out I did !!! Anyway, we were too late. One of my 5 week old broody hatched chicks was dead. Miserable night.
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