The rain stopped around 4pm today in the Mason area, and shortly thereafter the guinea hens started yelling! It doesn't take much to set them off, but I've learned to interpret their hollering pretty well, and it sounded to me like they had a predator after them. I grabbed one of Bill Ruger's machines and a magazine full of CCI MiniMags and hauled it out the door, fully expecting to see another raccoon casing the coop. Turns out it was a possum, slowly crawling up the fence to see what was on tonight's menu. Turned out that after a couple of MiniMags to the head, he lost his appetite.