So I'm sitting here on the internet after dinner having a quiet night. Suddenly I hear the pop of a .22.... Oh dear!! Go out to find DH in the yard with an Opossum on the fence of the run. First let me tell you the love I have for this man. He is called Scout Master Steve because he is always in the right place at the right time doing the right thing. Come to find out he was out playing with the outdoor cat and saw something moving under the coop. He got the flashlight and the .22 pistol and went out to see what was there. Oh dear Opossum. He hits it with the .22 but that gun is nearly like a pop gun, really old. Then he gets the 380 and as I am watching I see he is shooting below the buggers head. So he goes in and gets the shotgun.... Boom, it's off the fence writhing like a son of a gun.... He looked like he was nearly turned inside out. All chickens are accounted for and safe. Ramp is up. Going to Orschelns tomorrow to get a solar electric fence deal. I knew there could be trouble when I left for work the other morning and saw an Opossum and a Skunk.... Well, we are going to nip that in the bud..... We are zero tolerance for predators in this yard!!
