The big storm of this past weekend washed some baby possums away from their nest. Hassled by neighbor dogs, they let out a steady "weep, weep" hoping for rescue. I set all five of them in a safe place where mom could find them again. Each possum baby held tightly to the grass with tiny fists as if it were it's mothers fur. A litter of five increases the odds that one or two will finally survive to continue to harvest the refuse of this residential area.
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Wow, I've never seen a baby possum!
I got your lovely posters last week; thank you! -ab
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