Crikey, red rooster! How do you walk with 'em that big? Picking up anything with that many teeth bare-handed, I think you get the Spine of Steel award for the day.
This possum was somewhat smaller and thinner. Looked like a teenager, still smallish enough to be a bit cute in a beady-eyed way, big enough to be on his own.
I don't think I'd have the guts to pick him up bare-handed. Anyway, he stank to high heaven--my dog was trying to track him by scent, and I swear my dog couldn't smell a fart in an outhouse in August. Smelled like he came right out of the neighbor's garbage. I know he didn't come out of our garbage, we've got a fancy garbage can that is bungee-corded shut.
There have been a lot less field mice and shrews around, I notice. I put a whole bag of birdseed in the woodshop and two weeks later it was still nearly full. So I guess they are eating the mice. I still don't want him in my chicken coop!