Missing Willow Farm

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On the way back from chores we noticed something hanging in a tree over our pond.  A possum!  I thought possums were nocturnal.  Other than squished on the road, I’ve only ever seen another one up close and personal.  When we first got the karakachans, they stayed in our small pasture for a while.  One morning we found one dead in the pasture, the dogs had apparently played kickball with it.  My husband got the pitchfork that we use to clean the chicken barn with and scooped it up to fling it into the woods.  Good thing he didn’t spear it because when he walked by I noticed it peaking from under it’s paws which were crossed over it’s little possum face.  It was evidently playing possum so the dogs would leave it be.  Who knew?