Roommate Anne went to collect eggs today and instead she found a bizarre little hatchling. This poor guy showed up yesterday, apparently motherless and alone. Keith and the hens chased him away together.
Last night I took extra care to make sure I didn't lock him in with the hens - an opossum will kill a chicken, though I think the opossum needs to be a bit bigger to do that. He wasn't in the henhouse then and he wasn't there when Keith let the hens out this morning. But I guess our henhouse was an irresistible spot to hide out for the day... at least, until our hens beat him up and chased him away.
Poor little orphaned opossum. He just wants a safe place to sleep. And maybe a fresh egg to eat.
I hope he doesn't come back. I might have to adopt him. Wonder what the cats would think?
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Oh, most definitely! I'm a big fan, saw him live a few years ago too. He's a genius!
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