A lazy possum got tired of fighting the cats for their cat food and went after our two free ranging chickens who sleep in a coop with a busted latch. One chicken ran away to live to chicken it up another day. The other did not. The possum received a bite of chicken and two bullets from my husband, probably not quite the meal before a long rest it was hoping for.
So one chicken is alive somewhere in the trees and the other is dead, along with the predator that came after it. We have the darnedest ill luck with poultry in winter.
No pictures, and I think that’s for the best. The sheep are doing all right though. They like the mild winter.
A friendly acquaintance needed to find their chickens a more rustic home, so we offered to take them since we were wanting to try chickens over ducks this year. Pictures hopefully this weekend, my husband is working out the final roaming/run area for them. Right now they are parked in our front yard and getting stirred up by a very silly little big girl.
Speaking of, I might call her Ram Tamer, since that is what she’s done. Our rams now will stand still for petting due to her valiant and persistent efforts at feeding them by hand. They are “right” kind of tame, not the kind of tame where you can get head butted (which usually is from roughhousing with lambs too often).