Saturday, May 20, 2006
I found a little baby o'possum at my back kitchen door last night. That's not unusual (we get skunks, raccoons, a very occasional fox, and coyotes), but the little guy was having trouble walking. These things always seem to happen on weekends, holidays, and after hours. Anyway, I didn't have any luck reaching the wildlife rescue people, so I put him in a box in my garage until I could get in touch with someone. I said a few prayers and hoped he'd be okay (or she...I don't know). Today a volunteer came to my house and took the little guy home to, hopefully, get him to a healthy place. He didn't seem to have any visible wounds, so we're speculating he tumbled out of the flower bush onto the concrete. We're hoping the damage isn't permanent. It's really cool that volunteers are all over the city who take in different breeds. Each volunteer specializes in a specific mammal, bird, or reptile. This is the second time I've called them--the first time I took them an injured dove. I know a lot of people are squeamism about o'possums because of their rat tails, but they are gentle creatures who do not carry disease. I actually am really fond of them. My mom feeds wild cats, so the cats and the possums just tolerate one another. And for those of you who hate coyotes, realize that nature needs a proper balance of predators to prey. Open your heart and try reading Barbara Kingsolver's "Prodigal Summer". As much as I respect coyotes, I still don't want them munching my kitties. When I hear them or see them, I just make a lot of noise and try to shoo them elsewhere. And please, for the sake of all living things, do not use chemicals in your gardens. There are so many quality organic, non-toxic items on the market.