This morning Bear alerted us to a visitor. A pretty big one. Makes you want to just reach right down and give it a little snuggle, doesn't it? I mean, that smile, that tail, how could anyone possibly be repulsed? I estimate this possum to be slightly larger than the City Kitty, so about 20 or so pounds. Definitely a full grown adult. No, it's not dead, it's playing possum. It's actually hissing and snarling at me as I snap this pic.
The Bear wasn't buying it. I was convinced this animal was in the throes of death myself. For starters, when I got a closer look, it had clearly been scuffling with a larger animal and had scratches and cuts on it's head. It also had blood coming from the mouth. I attempted to scoot it into a large animal carrier using a broom so I could get it away from the road and away from the dog who was now peeing on it through the fence. Dogs are all class that way. It went about halfway in, then keeled over and went completely stiff. I decided to leave it alone and let nature do her thing. Ahem, well, she was doing her thing as the sneaky little bastard eventually just got up and walked off after we stopped obsessing on it. Next time, I'm gonna trust the dog.