Monday, June 07, 2010
This morning I hear "Terri, come out here. Bring the camera. Don't scream and drop the camera."
I'm prepared for whatever I'm going to see, I think.
But I wasn't. Somewhere Crystal found a baby opossum. He was old enough to know how to play opossum, but he quickly got over it as he heard the shutter of my camera. Once he started to get up and move Karen figured she had better move him to safety so she scooped him up and put him back in the wetland area.
He was an adorable baby.
When a cat brings home a mouse or bird it's present of love, shouldn't a baby opossum be the same?