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: