Well, I don't have to worry about young robins from this nest drowning in the pool.
A possum came through last night and raided the nest. How do I know it was a possum? By the scarce evidence of destruction and because my dog acts a certain way when she gets a whiff of possum. She was acting that way last night. I let her out and she did her possum stalking thing. Of course, she didn't get what she wanted. I couldn't risk my precious little delicate pit getting possum germs! At first, I considered the urban possum thing a nuisance, and was thinking of setting a live trap and then taking the possum elsewhere, but then I thought about emergency meals if times got really tough and decided to postpone trapping. If I don't spoil the possums way of going now, it'll still be around when we might just need to eat that sucker. Times will have to be very desperate indeed!(And I am cooking that rascal to the point of nonrecognition)
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