Saturday, December 25, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010 - Christmas Day
Clan Speck gathered at the farm this evening for our Christmas celebration. There were 16 folks this year and food for 50.
The evening was enjoyable and uneventful - until we were about to leave. Hubby was locking up the garage when he saw a nekkid tail disappear around the mower, then into the well pump alcove. He found two teenaged possums huddled there, bedding down for the night.
The alarm was sounded and the whole house emptied to see the critters and to take photos. Much ewwwwing and squealing ensued.
I learned that if you poke a possum with the handle of a leaf rake he will curl up in a ball and "play possum." You can pick him up and tote him away by the tail. Learn something new every day.
The possum pair were relocated to the edge of the woods via tail (by two of the Brothers Speck, not Hubby.)
The farm dogs didn't seem interested in chasing them, didn't even bother to sniff them as they were being toted away. Those farm dogs are worthless as critter chasers! They were probably sharing their dog food with the possums.
The possums will probably find their way back to the doghouse and spend the night there. Good Grief!
The critter drawn here does not resemble an Arkansas possum in the least. Please don't get the impression we have some genetically altered possum species living here.
The title of this entry in my journal reads "POSSOM CHRITMAS." The spellchecker on my Pentel Pocket Brush Pen was broken. Managed to fix Christmas digitally. Gave up on trying to fix all the possoms. I *knew* that didn't look right.