Clearly, this farm is not safe for animals.
Death by drowning, death by dog bite, death by coyote attack, death by illness, death by butcher.
So many deaths.
And yet, we have a new one to add to the list.
The calendar of events:
I went out to feed the chickens. We keep the 50 pound bags of food in metal, lidded trash cans. I used the last of the first bag, so opened the lid to the next can to get more. I was greeted by hundreds of maggots all over the outside of the bag and an awful smell emanating from it. Clearly, something horrible had gone down in that trash can. I was not in the mood to find out what that horrible thing was, so I put the lid back on the can.
COW cleaned out the feed bag mess and discovered the root of the problem. The puzzle pieces fell into place.
The previous Monday
Monday night COW took the extra bag of chicken feed out to the coop at 8:30. With the sun going down so early, that meant he did this chore in the dark.
All he had was a flashlight and a 50 pound bag of feed.
He simply dropped the bag of feed into the already opened can, then put the lid on it.
When he took the maggot-covered bag of food out of the can, he discovered a dead OPOSSUM in the bottom.
Poor, little, horribly ugly marsupial.
On Monday night, he was simply minding his business, eating up the spilled chicken food in the bottom of the can, when out of nowhere, a 50 pound bag of feed dropped on his head.
I feel an acrostic coming on.
Out for a stroll, searching for food, I was
Presented with a conundrum. It was a can. An
Open can with food lying in the bottom. I
Searched the area, looked for the trap.
Seeing nothing, I chose to go in, as I was
Unusually hungry. The feed was delicious, and I
Made short work of BAM!
RIP Mr. Opossum. R.I.P.
Have a lovely day!