FURRY FRIENDS
The possums were busy
last night. We were sitting outside watching them up and down their
tree, as I was playing guitar. My music never seems to bother them.
They just stare through the darkness, but stay nearby.
A baby has been on the back of its mother most nights lately. They leap from the roof to a branch on the tree, the little one holding on for dear life. Right now they are sound asleep as the day unfolds around them. But by nightfall they will be down on the ground or up and down trees arguing with each other.
I think that I would rather be sleeping right now too, as the new neighbours are in disagreement with each other. This has been a delightful and peaceful corner of the world for me though, perfect for what I was able to accomplish here.
Then overnight everything changed. The dynamics of this little quiet corner forever altered. The situation offers me an opportunity to grow in compassion though and my heart does go out to them. We have all been through tough times. But I also look forward to returning to rural life soon and having acres of space around me. I wish them well and perhaps they will settle into happier times.
Thankfully like everything, the outbursts pass. By evening all is quiet and I sit outside looking across to the bush. It is always peaceful for me then, the heat of the day has passed, moonlight shining through the trees. And I am caught up yet again playing gentle tunes on my guitar. But then the possums arrive and they start arguing!
Possums are considered a pest to many farmers and house owners. They can be noisy and get up to mischief. But I like them. I always have.They are just doing what possums do.
Years ago, when I was living in a high rise in the city for a while, I somehow managed to attract a mother possum and her babe. They ended up living right outside my bathroom window for the majority of my stay there. Their presence kept me sane at times, just knowing that I had a bit of nature around me despite the concrete surroundings.
Right now my local possum companions sleep though. A cold breeze has just picked up. Today is delightfully cool, a welcome reprieve from the stifling heat of the last few days. The possums are high in the tree, snuggled into a tight ball, their soft fur keeping them warm as they dream their sweet dreams.
And when they are ready to climb back down tonight I will be here, smiling into their inquisitive sweet eyes yet again, sharing our unspoken understanding of co-habitation on this little block of Earth.
A baby has been on the back of its mother most nights lately. They leap from the roof to a branch on the tree, the little one holding on for dear life. Right now they are sound asleep as the day unfolds around them. But by nightfall they will be down on the ground or up and down trees arguing with each other.
I think that I would rather be sleeping right now too, as the new neighbours are in disagreement with each other. This has been a delightful and peaceful corner of the world for me though, perfect for what I was able to accomplish here.
Then overnight everything changed. The dynamics of this little quiet corner forever altered. The situation offers me an opportunity to grow in compassion though and my heart does go out to them. We have all been through tough times. But I also look forward to returning to rural life soon and having acres of space around me. I wish them well and perhaps they will settle into happier times.
Thankfully like everything, the outbursts pass. By evening all is quiet and I sit outside looking across to the bush. It is always peaceful for me then, the heat of the day has passed, moonlight shining through the trees. And I am caught up yet again playing gentle tunes on my guitar. But then the possums arrive and they start arguing!
Possums are considered a pest to many farmers and house owners. They can be noisy and get up to mischief. But I like them. I always have.They are just doing what possums do.
Years ago, when I was living in a high rise in the city for a while, I somehow managed to attract a mother possum and her babe. They ended up living right outside my bathroom window for the majority of my stay there. Their presence kept me sane at times, just knowing that I had a bit of nature around me despite the concrete surroundings.
Right now my local possum companions sleep though. A cold breeze has just picked up. Today is delightfully cool, a welcome reprieve from the stifling heat of the last few days. The possums are high in the tree, snuggled into a tight ball, their soft fur keeping them warm as they dream their sweet dreams.
And when they are ready to climb back down tonight I will be here, smiling into their inquisitive sweet eyes yet again, sharing our unspoken understanding of co-habitation on this little block of Earth.
