Living on a farm, I sometimes have adventures with wildlife that my coworkers consider bizarre -- for me, it's just another day. Last Friday morning, DH was doing his chores (which involves taking care of his chickens), when he saw some baby possums. Their mom was dead, and he thought they might look old enough to be on their own, so he decided not to touch them and just let nature take its course. Did he stick to that idea? Fuck no, of course not. So Friday night while I was trying to ride, he wandered back down to where he saw them with a big rubbermaid tote and a blanket and fished them out of the little grass den they'd made. Since I rode so late, by the time we got in it was almost 9 o'clock, and he had 5 baby possums who had been out in the heat all day and presumably had not eaten or had anything to drink.
|One of her little racoons. I desperately wanted to snuggle it, but of course did not. Little trash panda.|
|After she sexed and weighed each ones (making notes, and delivering formula by their weight), she tucked them all into a nice clean cage with a blanket. She said she'll send updates if we want, we'll see how that goes.|
After they're a little bigger, she will work to reintroduce them into the wild -- apparently she gets a lot of requests from people to bring possums out and release them on their land, since they do such a good job at keeping down ticks, fleas, snakes, etc. I'm just glad they won't be growing up on my farm in close contact to my horses :) Thus ends our good Samaritan job of the weekend, lol.