As I was throwing out the garbage today I ran into my nice neighbor Leslie, who asked me, "Would you like to meet somebody?"
I followed her to the back of the chicken coop, and sitting in a live-trap was a shivering opossum, with wide dark eyes. "He was going for the chickens and the apples, I think. I'll take him to Wildlife Rescue and they'll release him somewhere else."
Poor cute little guy. I'm usually grossed out by pictures of opossums, but this guy was just cold and scared. I wanted to knit him a small sweater with a hood. *shakes head* But we can't have him going after the undoubtably tasty chickens, so there we are...
I followed her to the back of the chicken coop, and sitting in a live-trap was a shivering opossum, with wide dark eyes. "He was going for the chickens and the apples, I think. I'll take him to Wildlife Rescue and they'll release him somewhere else."
Poor cute little guy. I'm usually grossed out by pictures of opossums, but this guy was just cold and scared. I wanted to knit him a small sweater with a hood. *shakes head* But we can't have him going after the undoubtably tasty chickens, so there we are...