The tracks were seen and depending on who was reporting, this new possum was AT LEAST the size of our biggest dog. After being sited one night, while boldly dining on cat food by the front porch, we all agree, it was a huge one!
I imagine that's how the possum got so big...this one had a brain. It has been able to elude all farm dog attempts of capture. One night I even assisted the dogs in house shoes (me, not the dogs) and a big bad flashlight. The trail was hot, the 'possum moving too fast for capture, the wild granny with house coat tails flapping in the cold, freezing air with the farm dogs doing their work...it was a scary picture. The 'possum hit an old armadillo tunnel and we had to admit defeat.
After a week of stalking, sitings, and even a few treed-in-the-tunnel nights, the dogs finally were successful.
This old fellow, finally captured and dispatched, mainly by Lil and Ki, was HUGE...a tad bigger than Ki. Marcy got to witness the victory. Oh, it was sweet! Good dogs!!!
Last night, the commotion began. What? I thought we got rid of the problem. Well, the big one must have been talking at the ole watering hole because another showed. This one, much smaller and less wise, was dispatched quickly by the new lead 'possum hunting team of Lil and Ki.
For the soft-hearted, I apologize. It is necessary to do this. After the cat food, the chicken house would be raided, hens killed.
I don't know about you but, I think, I'd much rather have chicken to eat than 'possum!