

So anyway, there have only been 2 eggs in the pole barn, and I have only been getting 4 eggs vice 9 for the past few days. Well, I figured the girls were cold and light deprived, and the opposum had gotten an egg or two.
Well, told my sweet husband to go lock up the coop, we forgot to last night and the roos woke us up under the window this morning.

So he goes out with the LED light on his hat, we always count them because of our brain damaged blue polish roo. Many times DH has gone to find him after dark and put him in the coop. So he goes in, and THERE IS THE OPPOSUM! IN THE COOP!
He grabbed a Tpost and tried to poke him to run out of the coop, but he hid behind a board in there. DH goes back into the pole barn to get the pitch fork, and spied the spading fork. If you don't know what a spading fork is, think of a pitchfork with wide, short tines.
He goes back to the coop, and the dumb opposum is still there, standing on the 2x4 sill of the door that divides the coop into two parts. So my warrior hubby stabs him and pins him to the 2x4. Opposum doesn't move, so DH picks the fork up, and THEN he starts wiggling. DH pitches him out the coop door, and DH says 'he hit the ground running'.
Came in to tell me, and to get the 10 million candle power light to go look for him. Didn't find him, but either the buzzards or we will tomorrow. He is prolly dead in our hay field. Oh, joy.
But I am so proud of him, he has never had to do something like this before, and he stepped up to the plate and hit a home run.




We will be setting the HavAhart trap every night our cats are inside for a few weeks.
Cheri