LEARNING TO PLAY POSSUM
Six months ago, I moved to a gated community to begin, what was supposed to be, my final adventure. But, who among us knows what’s final, especially where adventures are concerned.
I can’t seem to lock the door on Forever OR write the last and final chapter because my life keeps finding just one—more—possibility—then—another—and, so it goes.
I’ve never lived as close to nature as I do now. It’s what I want…peaceful quiet, with endless trees, rocks, water, natural foliage…and birds, everywhere. Of course I feed the birds but I also care for the squirrels, raccoons, chipmunks, and everyone else who seems hungry and thirsty.
Several weeks ago, just when nighttime made its appearance, I switched on the outside light to see if I needed to add more sunflower seeds to the feeder. I was touched to see a small Possum on the railing, searching the bowl for one-more-bite.
Frightened by the sound of the door opening, my little Possum-friend quickly limped away. In that brief moment, I realized that one of his front paws was uselessly dangling from his leg. I wanted to find him, hug him, tend to his affliction and keep him safe but, since moving to my new environment…I’ve had to accept life and its limitations.
So, to make my little crippled friend feel loved and wanted….I created a feeding area especially for him and any/all of his friends and family. Several times each week, I stock-up on discounted breads, cereals, hot dogs, and many other treats so every evening…when darkness comes… my night visitors have plenty to eat. Yes, my disabled Possum is now a regular visitor and he’s never alone.
A few nights ago, when it was barely light, I was shocked to see a herd of deer in my backyard! I guess word travels fast, especially when everyone is hungry.
Looks like I may have to set more places at the dinner table. Sure, I’m going to need a part-time job to help pay the grocery bill but when it comes to our four-legged friends…..there should always be room for one more.
PS, Day after day, I grow more attached to my four-legged friends. They make every day a joy BUT.... I must tell you about---
a few two-legged critters in my new community that are not-so-lovable. In fact, some are disgusting-- ill-mannered—and totally undesirable. It's not age that's changed them for the worst. It's simply that Father Time has succeeded in warping and disfiguring their bodies to match their already no-count, limited brains.
The longer I live, the more I appreciate nature and its classic residents.....
"All Things Bright and Beautiful..All Creatures Great and Small. All Things Wise and Wonderful...The Lord God Made Them All."