I Will Be The Ruler Of The Roost–or Else!

I don’t know about you, but I hate anything that tries to invade and mortally wound—

(whether  for sport or food)– my chickens.

Well, for several weeks now, we have been battling critters.  First something pulled a brooder box

completely over and dragged it to our side door  and there is where it did its deed.

I still can not figure how it reached through 3/8″ slats. But, it did and pulled my

chicks apart piece by piece.

Next Up….and I really think this must be the same fellow.  I was putting my Buff Orpingtons up for the evening

and I went to grab them a treat (yes they are spoiled). Thankfully I had a scoop cup in my hand or I would not have a band.

Sitting in my food bin with the door closed behind him was a HUGE Possum baring his teeth at me.

He had pried open the food bin and closed the door behind him so he could eat in peace–the little bugger.

Of course I screamed and slammed the door shut

Long story short…He is pushing up daisies, I had to buy new food, and the

food bin got a good scrubbing.

Now, on to the next…..Momma Coon thought this would be the “Perfect” place to teach her three babies

to rummage for food.  They made quite a mess and a good bit of noise.  Chris got the mom and one of the babies

with his gun. Yeah!  The other two babies were huddled up together with their paws over their eyes

next to Chris’s grill playing , “If I can’t see you, you can’t see me”.  They went into the trap without too much

trouble.  Chris was to relocate them the next morning, but when he went to put them in the vehicle something

sprung with the trap and they got out.  So we are still having trouble with those two sassy bugs.

Which brings us to last week.  I went out to secure the pins and what do I see?  A little Raccoon bottom sticking

up in the air. He had his face down in one of my yard feeders.  He got whacked on the butt twice.  The look on his face

was priceless.  He ran off for a second and then came right back for some more, which I gave him.   These little guys

are brassy.   So for all you guys out there feeling sorry for them, DON”T.  They eat the food and then they eat the chicken.

When I cam back to the covered area I was pretty worked up to say the least.  As I turned the corner I came face to face

with a possum.  Mind you I still had a stick in my hand.  I will not go into any details because it is not pretty.  Lets just

say that when my husband got home he said, ” I taught you how to use the gun, why didn’t you use that?”  To which I

replied, ” He was dead before I knew what I was doing, I didn’t have time to get the gun”

All unwanted

POSSUM

critters beware

I rule this roost, Period!

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