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Monday morning about 3 am, the dog must have heard something in the yard. His whining woke Abe. Fortunately for our chickens, Abe is a light sleeper and got up with a sense that something was amiss. He went outside and sure enough, found a possum had been in the chicken coop. Friendly (one of our very first chickens and a very sweet Rhode Island Red) had been frightened into a corner, wedged under some pressure washing equipment. That rotten possum had torn her tail feathers and left a serious wound on her (you know what?) chicken butt.
So Abe shot the possum with a BB gun, shushed the other hens and herded them as best he could back to their roost. It turns out that our kitten-harassin' boot-lickin', chicken-chasin' coon hound loves our hens after all, and I am so thankful for my light-sleepin', BB-gun-shootin', possum-killin', chicken-protectin' husband. I don't even mind how redneck I sound to tell about it.
Friendly seems to be pulling through. So if I can have another moral to this story, it's to raise fat chickens.
- Fat chickens are harder for hawks to carry.
- Fat chickens can't easily fly or fit through fences (which, unless you leave the gate open - not that we know anything about that at our house - is how chickens encounter possums in the first place).
- Fat chickens don't have as many places to hide if they scatter at night and you have to search the yard in the cold looking for them.
- By the way, having a fat kitty has most of the same advantages. Get one!
We're thankful for Abe, too - and for a wonderful day with y'all yesterday! Glad that Friendly is going to make it.
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