Had it been a skunk, I would have been googling remedies to get the skunk smell out, because the critter ran right past me with Big Boy in hot pursuit. The Big White Dog grabbed the varmint with his jaws and gave it a vigorous shake and then set it down. It was then that I identified the critter as a possum.
Jaws of Death |
Possums have a little trick they do called, "playing possum." They pretend like they are dead until the predator leaves. I watched him closely and pushed around on him with a stick. He was not playing possum.
Dead as a doornail |
Another bonus is that this possum won't be able to kill any of my chickens. We've certainly had losses to our hens in the past caused by possums. Fortunately a dead, composted possum can't kill chickens. The good guys won this battle this time - thanks to Big Boy. Big Boy digs big craters in our yard. He also has been known to enjoy eating a chicken or two himself. He also likes to go out on patrols in our neighborhood and I've had to apologize to a neighbor who drove over to tell me that Big Boy had marked his territory by peeing on his nice chrome Harley-Davidson. Big Boy is also known as Bad Boy. But I tip my hat to Big Boy for breaking his pattern and doing a good thing in killing the possum. Keep up the good work, Big Boy.
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