I went out to collect the eggs tonight in the dark. The days are so short now that if I head out just before dinner it is already dark, but I still gather the eggs and top off the animal feed. I walked around to open the door to the nest boxes, and as I peered in it looked like a chicken was facing me. I worried about getting pecked, so I went around and pulled the cord on the inside coop light first. Before reaching back in, I saw the back-lit shape of this baby possum hunched over a half-eaten egg.
I now realize that if I’d reached right in I would probably have been bitten. Creepy! I guess my Higher Self was whispering in my ear and I’m glad I listened to it. I went to the barn, fetched a hoe, and scooped him roughly out onto the ground. This is something new for me, so I need to look around tomorrow in the daylight to see where the little bugger squeezed into the chicken run so I can foil him in the future.
Now that I saw what was going on, I understand the strange scene I found in the coop when I flipped on the light. A couple of chickens were wedged up in the rafters and I was thinking that looked so uncomfortable and why would they sleep up there? Two chickens were trying to sleep outside on top of a stack of straw bales in a snow drift. I guess they were all just protecting themselves. I doubt that a small possum would hurt a full grown chicken, but who knows?