This morning started out like any other morning. I was half awake, in my pajamas, outside feeding the rabbits and chickens. And then my husband shouted from the garage door “There’s an opossum in the cat food!”
It was suddenly not an ordinary day, and I was very awake.
Turns out a very young opossum had gotten into our garage and into the cat food bag. The cat and dog food bags are stored in an aluminum trash can with a tight fitting lid, but it must not have been put on correctly last night. It happens; I’m just glad hubby looked into the bag before reaching in.
The ‘possum wasn’t going anywhere, so hubby went inside to put on something more substantial than pajamas. I got the pitchfork and decided to make sure THIS opossum never graduated to eating my chicken’s eggs – but hubby had other ideas.
French people might enjoy horse meat every now and again, but the British, as a rule, do not. Nor do the Irish. And they certainly do not enjoy the idea that their juicy cow hamburger is actually a juicy horseburger. But when the Food Safety Authority of Ireland tested a bunch of burgers for DNA contents, it found not only traces of pig DNA in a bunch of cowburgers, but burgers that were 29 percent horse meat.
No one’s sure quite how this happened. The pig DNA’s easy to explain: Pork and beef get processed in the same facility, and some pig particles sneak into the beef. But the horse meat? Ireland’s agriculture minister said that at one processor in Northern Ireland, “an imported additive used to make the burger” had horse meat in it. (Sounds a little pink slimy to us.)
They will definitely be getting their wings clipped this week. One trick I learned to get them out of the trees involves a broom handle. Chickens, similar to other birds, will perch on anything.
So if you take the broom handle and press is against the front of their legs, they will almost naturally step onto the broom handle as if it was a branch. By doing this, you can then easily lower them down from the tree. One of them I was able to carry from the tree almost to the door of the chicken coop by using the “broom handle perch” method.
My chickens were in the trees again. This time, two of them were REALLY high up. I tried to video them, but the result looks like Blair Witch meets the Chicken Wrangler. It took approximately 30 minutes for me to get all four chickens unstuck from the trees tonight. Two were fairly easy to catch because they were within arms reach.
The other two chickens were a different story. They were both nine feet off the ground, and I made the smart decision to poke them with a stick to get them down. Which, of course, was the wrong decision because they flew higher into the tree. Finally I came up with the idea of pulling the tree branch down and then they were six feet off the ground, and then I snagged them from the tree. Now all four are safely locked in their chicken coop.