Saturday, April 21, 2007

Playing Possum

A few weeks ago we came home to our dog Jake carrying something rather large and furry in his mouth. We had been shopping so we had to take the groceries in the house first, but William ran and checked what it was. All we heard was, "Dad, It's a POSSUM!"

Jake had dropped it by now, and their the miserable, ugly thing lay, lifeless and slobbered on. We decided to check it out later as we have already seen dead possums before.

Not long after, we came out so see this day's "Look-what-the-dog-found" prize up close.
As we bent down to investigate, the animal hissed and DJ said, "I don't think it's dead." The possum was 'playin' possum!'

We found the closest item we could put over it, an egg basket, and left it. Hours later we returned again and the creature was still hissing, but was much colder and moving slowly. So we decided to remove the basket and take some pictures!

Afterward we put a board under the basket and brought it to the neighbors to share, although they were not interested, so we brought it another mile or so away to release into the wild, hoping to never see him again.

Marlin Perkins would be proud.

William, Jaqcie and DJ with another participant
in our backyard "catch and release program.
Marlin Perkins would proud.

Possums have little hands with sharp claws.


At 1:45 PM, Blogger Kaber said...

How Neat!

I ran across your blog on a random. I homeschool my 3 boys. (who bring bunies and squirrels home, nor opposums yet...)



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