Random Spring Farm Pics, II

Random Spring Farm Pics

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Oppossum Baby

'Mom, Mom come quick'. Any mother's heart always skips a beat when you here this tho quickly after I heard 'we found a baby opossum!' So thats why the cats were circling under the eaves of the shop. Sure enough a baby opossum was hanging out at the back corner of the shop. No mama was to be seen and with the cats looking hungrily at the shaky thing we decided we'd better help. I got my work gloves, picked him up and took him to the greenhouse. The kids pulled out an old bunny cage, tore up some newspaper and put him in. Of course, he slipped right out through the wire. Next we tried a large trashcan. This seemed to work while we researched what to do. We found that if you find a baby opossum you should do exactly what we did plus add some hot water bottles to his temporary home. Worried about what to feed him we read we shouldn't feed or water him. Thankfully we have a wild animal rehab here in the Tri-Cities! And they say we live on the back side of nowhere, Try Cecil Estep Road on the back side of Stoney Creek! We got him the sprout safely to his new home where the caretaker told us there were other opossums there just about his size. Maybe some would view us as silly to go to all that work for a wild baby but we felt much better as we drove back to our side of nowhere.

Happy Kid!

Solitude

I miss the boys when they are not here. Their laughter, their energy, their thoughtfulness. Then a day like today comes along and I thoroughly enjoy my solitude. It was one of those days slated for outdoor chores. The weather did not co-operate but I plunged ahead, dodging the raindrops. I weeded and planted most of the garden in the rain. It was not unpleasant, just had to push my dripping hair out of my face now and again. When the sun would come out I would mow a bit and stop with the deluge. I think it took me five attempts but I got the entire farm mowed. I even mowed my little paths and hollows that I have neglected the past couple of years. While mowing I made a mental note of all the over-hanging branches that needed a trim. I even made it back to the same spots with the trimmers. All in all a very productive day. As dusk fell I walked my newly mown paths. I haven't retained much 'city' from my suburban upbringing tho I do love a mowed lawn. Up here in the mountains it has a differnt smell than down in the flatlands with all the concrete. Tonight the freshly cut grass blended with the moist, rotting smell of the forest and it was intoxicating. The muted colors of spring under the lowering clouds and the setting sun were beautiful and calming.

I can't wait til the boys get home to explore all the newly, re-cut paths. But I relish in the peacefulness of the day.