Punting predators out the door! |
I keep a rooster to protect the hens. The hens in turn, provide eggs and fertlizer for my little urban farmstead. We have a symbiotic relationship - I provide for them, they provide for me. The hen house is clean and layered in fresh straw. That straw combined with chicken manure will be broken down and later thrown into the compost bin to be added to the gardens.
Over the winter when there's less fresh forage, greens are started indoors as fodder for the chickens. Healthy hens mean healthy eggs. The shells from the eggs are saved to crush and add to the compost bin.
When tilled into the soil, ground eggshells provide plants with calcium, which helps build strong cell walls. This also aids in preventing blossom end rot in eggplants, tomatoes and peppers, a disease caused by calcium deficiency in the soil.
But back to the rooster being the protector of his flock. Living in town has it's share of predators, usually in the form of feral cats, some of which get really big. One night I went out to investigate a terrible ruckus. Roo, as I call him, was beating his wings against the night, sounding for all the world like he was being strangled. Except he wasn't. It's his way of making a really "big" noise.
Peeking in the hen house, I turned on the light - a low wattage bulb - barely enough to chase the shadows out. Just as I thought, a cat. Except it was more of a kitten and appeared half starved.
Expecting a hard freeze over the next few days I decided to trap this kitten and get it help. I baited a cage trap with food and waited until morning. Mind you, I didn't get a good look at him, since he was trying to hide beneath the lowest nesting boxes. And it was dark (ish), did I mention that?
Peeking in the hen house, I turned on the light - a low wattage bulb - barely enough to chase the shadows out. Just as I thought, a cat. Except it was more of a kitten and appeared half starved.
Expecting a hard freeze over the next few days I decided to trap this kitten and get it help. I baited a cage trap with food and waited until morning. Mind you, I didn't get a good look at him, since he was trying to hide beneath the lowest nesting boxes. And it was dark (ish), did I mention that?
This is all I could see...
Duhn....
DUHN....
Same color, right???
DUHNNNN!!
Not a very friendly sort! |
Those toes though!
Over the next couple of weeks, I successfully trapped and released a total of four possums. Roo did his job alerting me to the "stranger danger" in the hen house and earned his place on this small urban farmstead.
P.S. Is it wrong that I want to paint the nails on those cute little toes?