RIP

HERE HE LIES OUR POSSUM FRIEND
HE FINALLY REACHED HIS JOURNEY'S END
WHEN I RETURN FOR MY NEXT LIFE'S FEATURE
I WANT TO COME AS THIS BUSHY-TAILED CREATURE



During my short walk through our neighborhood "bush" this morning, I came across the carcass of a bushy-tailed possum. I don't know if it's OUR OFFICIAL POSSUM (of our balcony fame), but it is sad when any of these lovely animals die. Since he was near the back of someone's home, I worry that he might have been poisoned or attacked by their dogs (two whippets). I read that possums are frequently killed by household pets. The only living being that Sammy is proficient at killing is the fly. He will go to all lengths (even as I type) to track down these buzzing nuisances, maim them, and then throw them into the air with his mouth. There are fly carcasses all around our house. I think Sammy is performing a useful service, certainly until our new flyscreens are installed next week.

Along with death, there is of course new life. On this same morning's bushwalk in the little creek that runs along the trail, I spied a mom and dad duck with three tiny baby ducks!

Cheers, Judi