In the summer, setting up the Varmintcam’s a crapshoot. I know we’ve got varmints galore, but I have no idea where I’m likely to be able to catch them in the act.
In winter, though, their tracks in the snow are a dead giveaway. I spotted little pawprints near the oyster shells we tossed behind the compost pile, and I thought I’d try to find out who they belonged to.
Here’s the little drama that played out over the last couple of nights.
On Saturday evening, 8:39 PM, the opossum arrived and took a look around:
Okay, Wild Kingdom, it ain’t. I can’t really explain why I like having photographs of our resident creatures, even if they’re doing uninteresting things like raiding the shell pile. It’s a kind of voyeurism, I suppose — getting pictures of something you’re not supposed to be able to get close to. Or maybe it’s just because they’re cute.