I've always wanted to have #possum at my house, but not this kind. Found this little dude walking around in my kitchen. No worries, as he was put back outside where he belongs #opossum#marsupial#catchandrelease
After a meal, Sal gets chubby tired and likes to lounge under the patio table while trying to muster up enough energy to clean himself. The other day he fell asleep sitting up, so I crawled under the table with him. When he felt my arm wrap around him, he slowly plopped over and we laid that way for a while - long enough for Frank to come looking for me and take photos. I love Sal so much, holy shit. I know this is a sweet memory to share, but the last thing I want to do with all these sentimental posts is inadvertently condone the keeping of opossums as pets - so I have to disclaim that WILD ANIMALS ARE NOT PETS. Sal fell into my lap (a neutered and habituated baby) due to extenuating circumstances, and though I am (maybe too) outwardly emotional about him, I want to be sure I remind everyone that he is not a pet as much as he has been a full-time, expensive, and (in his prime) sometimes dangerous responsibility. I have changed my entire life and given up a lot to PROPERLY accommodate him, to the best of my ability - in any way possible. It has been an endless effort to coexist, and though we are besties now, he only began really tolerating me consistently in the last few years - the best goddamn years of my life.
If you’ve seen my story, you know that today’s seemingly easy opossum release and planned mango/ jackfruit picking turned into a long series of unfortunate events, sans exotic fruit. Luckily, I still have my sense of humor! The adventure included a long drive, a shard of metal to the tire, a failed attempt at changing a spare that we had to leave the car to get patched, only to not be able to get the tire off, followed by an uber ride to a nearby park to release the opossums, a long walk back to the car, an even longer wait for the tow truck (still waiting, the first one bailed on us after two hours and counting) to a tire center close-ish to home about 20 miles away, followed by another uber ride (when we finally get to that point)... Just hoping to get home by 10 pm at this point. WHAT. A. DAY! On a positive note, the three rehabilitated opossums ran off into the distance to start their new life and I made some duck friends while I wait and for that, I am happy. #OpossumAdventures#RescueRehabRelease#WildlifeRescue#AwesomeOpossums
I trapped a possum a couple days ago and the curious guineas couldn't help themselves from checking it out and seeing what the heck it was.
Now I haven't seen these guineas for almost a week. Currently I only have two that are roaming around the farm.
Any tips as to what may bring them back to the area?
We have some opossum babies scampering in garden in the wee hours. No sign of mama opossum though. They are tiny, about 5 inches long without tail. We are trying to decide whether to relocate yo a wildlife rehabber, release them where we found them in our garden (ours and neighbor) or what?! Suggestions? They are eating and drinking but google says they are too small to survive on their own yet.....
We kept these in stock for about five minutes at the DFW Witchy Bazaar last night.
The first four photos are of an opossum skull and the last three are of a raccoon skull! Both remains were found bodies on our property.
Thank you to everyone who came out to the DFW Witchy Bazaar last night! We will be offering more bones in the future at StoneWolfRanch.com. 😍💀
Note to self: You are not your anxiety. #art#artist#opossumfurry#furryart#furryfandom#ftm#anxiety#depression#furry#mentalhealth#trans#opossum#poem I had it once, now it's gone
Like a knot it's been undone
Was once so tight, now so slack
Happy times I wish I could have back
I sit a home, and feel so lonely
It'll be great if that was all, if only...
Zombie on the outside, the living dead
But so many questions floating around my head
Confusions rains down, it pours
Pandora's Box, I've opened the doors
No sign of anyone who can help
No sense of feelings or of myself
Where I can find the answers
Who am I? What am I?
Am I a dream? Or am I the dreamer?
Am I a thought? Or a complex computer,
How do my thoughts start? What makes them end?
What makes me do this? What makes me do that?
I know I overanalyze, I can't help it
Thinking and gazing into space, as I sit
Why can't I accept the wisdom of those around
Not letting myself accept the answers I've found
I want to free myself from my mind
And not just to pretend
Everything's okay everything's fine
I want to be NORMAL... When it's going to end... by Amar Qamar
Moodboard adopts. Welp, that’s it man. Draw to adopt, I will pick who gets which moodboard. You must specify with the drawing which one you want. If you whine and cry about how you didn’t get one I’m really sorry, and may consider making you a private one.
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