The
light of the nearly full moon shone brightly enough to illuminate the feeder
area in the porch dooryard. Just before turning in to bed, as is the habit I
called the dogs to go outside for their nightly bathroom, and I thankfully
caught sight of it in the moonlight just before I opened the door.
Sitting
unaware underneath the feeder was a small opossum, digging intently at the
snowpack to locate hidden seed casts. It was healthy looking as far as I could
tell, though opossums aren’t exactly the model creature of aesthetic.
Just
then, one of the dogs, Tag, barked a series of terrier yelps, and the opossum
waddled quickly into the small berm that separates the dooryard from the access
road. We watched it cross the road, easily lit by the overhead moon, enter the
woods to the south, and make for the neighbor’s barn.
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