Posted on February 21, 2010
This is what greeted me this morning when I went to feed the chickens…
Now I am not a squeamish girl, snakes, spiders, bugs, bring ’em on. I am a gardener, you can’t gross me out. But, Rodents of Unusual Size, yeah, not so much. I have a thing about rats,(don’t even like to say their name) so their cousins are not my favorites either. I know some will think he is kinda cute and looks a little scared. Well, he scared the day lights out of me this morning and if he didn’t want to have his normal sleep time interrupted he should have stayed out of my chicken coop. I think he was looking for a free egg breakfast so I have another reason not too be thrilled by his appearance. Those are my eggs, damn it.
I have dispatched the cabana boy, alias DH, to solve this little problem of country life. In our house this comes under the “boy” job description. I do stinky, athletic laundry, he does rodents. It works.
And don’t even talk to me about using the fiber, ick!
The girls are fine, they didn’t even seem to be aware of their house guest. Just like the uppity princesses they are, my chickens are terrible hostesses.
Possum? They grow into the homeliest beasts…I saw one strolling across the street in broad daylight in Seattle. Some lived under my mom's house for a while…noisy! Would not want one in the chicken coop.