Alas, six is not the number of young an opossum bears. It is at least 7.
Last night in the small chicken house another of those rascals was residing in a nest. This time I baited the trap immediately with that valuable commodity...the egg. Within an hour I had him in the trap and under the water. I'm sure tired of dealing with these creatures:
We can't keep up with the demand for eggs and cannot afford to have one of those ugly things having complimentary dinner on Prairie House. I have been turning away people wanting eggs...especially those who have never purchased eggs from us before. I had the eggs we set aside to sell to the food coop in a separate refrigerator in the shop. While I was gone getting a permanent, some customers decided they were fair game and bought those. I'm afraid some of our regular coop customers may be disappointed this month.
Looks like I'll need to keep the shop locked up when I'm gone...honor system be damned for now.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
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