The lake today was very calm and quiet under rumbling skies. The light is really laying over early and late and taking on that summer slant. Very nice.
I walked down to the feeder and the same oppossum was inside...playing dead. He rolled over on his back and hung his tongue out the side.
I dumped him on the forest debris. He lay still a moment, then started cutting his eyes around checking out the situation. I rolled him over with a toe and booted him toward the nearest tree. He climbed it, hand over hand. Possums have opposable thumbs...why aren't they smarter?
When he got eye level on the sassafrass sapling he stopped and I told him: "You can't step twice in the same river." He had a full red-blue tick on his ear. Zen thought is spare even for a marsupial.
They have your number!
I think them raccoons have your number and have paid the possums to throw you off your game!