It’s been like three weeks since, right after dark, I took Feo Dos out of his cage, drove to a woodsy, secluded location and sent him on his way. As far as rescuing possums go I am now 2 for 2. Could become a professional rescuer. I have to admit that it was all a lot easier than it could’ve been, both babys were already weened by the time they came under my care.
Everybody who knows me, knows I like BBQ and has probably heard me exault the supremacy of charcoal and wood over gas. Well... I just might have to eat one of my hats on this one. The jury isn't out just yet but thanks to recession pricing I am giving a gas grill a fair burn.
Now we have had this dishwasher, since I spent all of Christmas day installing it back in 2002, for over 7 years without any problems. I'm actually a fan of a good buzz now and than but the noise the "Silent Partner III" model GU1500 was make quickly became unacceptable.
This year Margo and me celebrated our 21st wedding anniversary. Not a biggy. We went to Frenchy's Bistro for dinner, drank some champaign, very mellow. Last year, for our 20th, Margo gave me a real nice, silver, interlocking, heart ring. It's been missing now for several months and although I "knew" it was someplace in the house and Margo hadn't noticed yet, I was starting to get worried.
This spring it seems like a mama possum took up residence in my back yard. Maybe even two mamas. The dogs where agitated, the cats on the hunt and we heard strange noises on the back porch roof. One evening I even saw our cat Killer in a stand off with a very big opossum. Killer, despite his name, decided to back of when the possum displayed it's reptilian rows of nasty looking teeth.
The cat bowls were always licked clean in the morning. Nature took it's course and the fattened mama or mamas delivered a baby possum boom. Possums can rear up to 13 young in one litter. Well that's a good thing - most don't make it.