On clear, frosty nights, the spiders come out to complete their far-reaching masterpieces. Then the rain comes and ruins everything. But when the weather clears up, the spiders come out once again. It’s a funny cycle.
I knew it! One night when I went out to shut the chickens away, something suddenly crashed around in the trees along the edge of The Cedar Pen. I shone my phone light around a bit but couldn’t see anything. I told The Husband I thought there was a possum out there. He said it … More There IS a Blimmin’ Possum in Our Yard!