The other day Randy went out after dark (it gets dark here so early these days!) to check on Danni, the hen with the broken leg, who's in her own coop. It was cold so he decided to put up a board blocking her viewing window outside to the chicken pen, to keep the cold wind out of the infirmary coop. There's a heat lamp in the coop, but when the wind blows it still gets very cold in there.
And so he went out into the very secure chicken pen to put a board up across the outside of the window into Danni's coop. Now, remember how secure and safe this huge chicken pen is - it was built years ago and is
impervious to all outside intruders. It has a wire roof, it has concrete and also rebar buried down even deeper underground around the fenceline so nothing can dig under. No way no how. And it's huge. We can walk around in there. The chickens can fly in there. There's hills and trees inside the chicken pen.
And as he walks by the chicken feeder in the pen, he notices something odd. He walks on by, there's no way
THAT could be inside the chicken pen. Then he stops, turns around and goes back to the feeder. There, eating from the feeder, is our resident teenage farm opossum.
We have acquired this young farm opossum. He was raised in his mama's pouch and then on his mama's back last summer. Mama used to eat from the outside cat bowls. And now the baby is always eating from Bobby cat's food bowls. Bobby and him are BFFs. We chase him away every night from the food bowls. Chase meaning, we walk up and tap him on the back with our foot, and he ambles away. I don't like opossums, I think they're mean and ugly animals, but this one is sorta cute, if a opossum can be cute. I haven't seen his mama in a very long time. The photo here is not of our opossum, I found it online. But it's cute like our Little Opossum.
Randy picked the varmint in the chicken pen up by his tail and carried him way deep into the woods before tossing him down. I was surprised Randy didn't "take care of him", but we usually don't kill animals that pose no threat to the farm. This opossum had a choice to enter into the coop where all the chickens were sleeping in the dark and have chicken dinner, or eat the chicken food outside. He chose the grain.
Now, how did that guy get into the chicken pen??? There's no holes in or under the fence. All we can figure is that he squeezed through a very small area around the gate, because he's a very small opossum. He would have had to work at the squeeze part. But if he can squeeze in, then skunks, small fox, weasels, little owls, young raccoons, who knows what else can all be partying in the chicken pen. And in the 3 years that we've had chickens nothing else ever was found in the chicken pen. If Little Opossum went into the pen during daylight, I think Muffin, the lead rooster, would win the inevitable varmint-rooster battle. Muffin can kick some butt if he wants. I know from being on the losing end of that battle. We always leave the chicken door open so the chickens can put themselves to bed in the eve in their coop and they can go outside in the pen at will in the morning. If any critters make their way into the pen, they can walk right into the coop when all the chickens are sleeping and are easy targets.
So, the last few nights, we've been closing the little chicken door and opening it in the mornings. Little Opossum was caught eating Bobby's food again last night, but he hasn't been seen in the chicken pen again. However, this little guy will have to be relocated soon. We just don't have time to open and close the chicken door every eve/morning. If he got in there once, I can't trust that he won't do his magic act again, and maybe that night he will not be full of Bobby food already and will decide on chicken dinner. Sorry, Little O, you will be losing your farm privileges. You're lucky to not have lost your life.
