Mr. Possum had very cute little fingers and toes, and was
a very young boy.
Okay, it might be a girl. He walked away about 4 feet the first time
I went out there...
the second time, he kept on eating.
He ate for four hours, then disappeared about 6 PM.
Ummmm notice the disinterested look on Lil's face.
Don't let it fool you.
I had to keep her in all afternoon, she could bite that baby in two.
I took her to the pasture to let her run and go potty for a while.
Then she came back in.
The prisoners were freed. Hallelujah.
This prisoner is NOT loose. Yet.
And finally resigned herself to prison for a bit longer.
Last year, on a day like today, I turned the chicken flock loose... and two coyotes came from the hole in the fence at the bottom of the pasture as if on cue, and got a hen and a big, young rooster.
We are up to 31 degrees this morning... and hoping for high thirties. The snow on the deck is melting and more importantly... the starlings are NO WHERE TO BE FOUND.
The second it warms a little, the wild birds, as they should be, are looking for wild food.
I notice that the mama starling who has built a nest in our propane tank the last three years has already started. I hate to tell her, but we are going to have to order propane this time before she is finished raising her customary two clutches.
As you see... the sun is SHINING! YAYYYYY!
And all is well in the Kingdom.
Our friends in the south and east... we are thinking of you and praying for you!