Well, last night we went out about an hour later than usual to feed the calf. That is when I lock up the chickens. As I started walk in the barn door to turn on the lights, I noticed what I thought was a hen getting a drink from a water tub. When the head lifted it was a possum. All I could grab was a 1 in diameter length of pvc pipe we use as herding sticks. The possum ran down the long chicken run and I hollered a Roger to grab a shovel. I ran after the possum and trapped him at the end of the run and whacked him on the head a few times. He played possum until Roger got there with the shovel to do the deed. He had already attacked and killed a young pullet, but he won't do it again!. And, I will be shutting the gates earlier each evening. Sure hate those ugly critters. If I had shut the doors on time, I would not have lost the pullet.
Hope those going to the Norman show have a good time and those who have entered Bring home the ribbons!