Three times now, it's happened. I tried to pretend it was just a fluke and then a coincidence, but now it's official. A possum is after our birds!
This nasty creature - how does anyone find this animal cute?! - creeps out of the sewer to startle our sleeping birds. There's usually some kind of 4-1 brawl, and luckily our birds have won (or at least, survived) every fight.
But not without battle scars. See the dark spots on her beak and comb? That's dried blood.
The other girls are covered in dried blood too and Ruthie has lost part of her beak. Blanca is the only chicken that will let us near her now. The others are totally freaked. And, they've all significantly decreased egg production.
Until this possum decides to find a new place to hunt, our girls will have a 6PM curfew. And, I don't think they'll mind.
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