The Creation of Possum Manor

I wanted to figure out a title for this blog that would not come up when people were searching for porn. I am still getting at least a hit a day from “Only sluts get tattoos” and “How to cook a cat.”

The photos involved in the de-balling of the chicken toes are not good, but I had to use the phone camera and hold it while I held the chicken in the other arm. Doing it in the bathroom sink was so much easier, and the mess was pretty easy to clean up and sanitize. I did Phyllis and one of the babies. I cannot tell them apart unless they are near each other, and I saw this one come down the ramp with these big ole toe balls, and I just grabbed her.

Phyllis actually liked the bath. I did not even have to hold her in the water. Remember, she was use to a weekly bathing experience.

I will check the rest of them next weekend. I think I remember reading that I should be using wood shavings instead of straw; I don’t know. I was thinking of extending their walking area this summer. I will not mention it to Ann until I actually get this damn chicken house finished. (She reads each blog.)

Speaking of Ann…she took these next two photos while sitting on the front porch. Pretty good I would say.

I took these in the back. Interestingly, the cardinals have not come to the back yet. They always have before.

I have no clue as to what this squirrel has in its hands. It actually looks like an old piece of meat.

And finally, even though we had a dusting of snow, we had sun yesterday. We seem not be getting sun much lately, and I miss it. Think I will sit under Ann’s light today.