I do love wildlife, but frankly, I’ve had enough for a while.
This morning when I went out to the garage/barn/shed to get feed, this possum was lying beside the feed bags, looking at me. I got a shovel and attempted to scoot him out into the daylight, but he fell over in the shovel.
I thought he was playing possum.
What do I know?
I got him outside and noticed some areas on his side and back that were…well….gross. It appeared he had possibly gotten hit by a car, and then decided to come inside where it was more comfortable.
I meant to get a picture this morning while he was still alive, but honestly, he wasn’t any cuter then either.
Those blue things under his tail? Far as I can tell, they are his testicles. I don’t know anything about possum testicles, so I’m only guessing. They could be guts. He was missing some of his insides. I guess he was really hungry and ate himself because my worthless dogs wouldn’t touch ANYTHING dead…except if it’s cooked, or possibly if it’s a deer.
I want swans, and elk and deer and the occasional bear, and buffalo…okay, maybe not buffalo, but where are all the beautiful animals? We’ve got more spiders than I knew existed, mosquitoes, super duper man-and-horse-and-goat eating horseflies, ticks, a yardful of toads that look like rats running around at night, possums, snakes, and bugs that I have never seen before and that probably don’t exist anywhere but here.
I’m wondering what I’ll find next. No, I’m not. I’m praying I won’t find anything else at all!
- Ireland’s Wildlife – 1,000 fans and counting (cjwriting.com)
- Personal Wind and Finding Wildlife (worldchanging.com)