Monday, March 9, 2009

Trouble. I'm talking 'bout trouble

with a capital 'T' and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for POSSUM!

We were awakened last night at 3am by the sound of squawking. At first listen we though we had a confused chicken on our hands, trying to lay an egg a little too early in the day.
My husband went to investigate and found a menacing possum crouched in the corner of the coop. Meanwhile, three of the girls were huddled together in another far corner of the yard, and Beatrice- she was perched in the nearest tree.

All are safe and sound. The possum went on his way and the girls resumed their beauty rest.



















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