January 20th 2013 7:37 am
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Because the weather has been so mild this winter, the possums are still moving around instead of curled up in hibernation some where. And, of course, they are visiting our porch where twice or more times daily, the soup kitchen is open for business! Last night was no exception.
The pawrents came home from work, and while the Papa built up the fire in the woodstove, the Mama fed the feral colony their soupy wet food, heated so as to prevent it’s freezing too quickly to eat, though that wasn’t a problem right then as it was still above freezing outside – barely. And she put down their tray of dry kibble and changed the water in their water crock. A little later she checked on them and here was Little ‘Un Possum chowing down on kibble, the kittens sitting up on the haybales watching.
Just the action of her opening the door, was enough to send him fleeing into one of the shelters – bad, because now he’d be sticking around for awhile longer, but good, because he’d just demonstrated the better design of the individual cubbyholes which allowed just such an occurrence without preventing the cats from having access to shelter themselves – something that was a problem last year when the shelter was one big space. Some of the ferals were understandably not keen on hunkering down shoulder to shoulder with smelly possums.
Anyways, everyone came back for another bite once he was gone, but this idyllic scene didn’t last long, as Mr. Ugly Face showed up next. Mr. Ugly Face is simply the hugest, meanest, smelliest, ugliest of the possum clan and he proceeded to live up to his name by sniffing out the other possum in the cubbyhole he’d run into. This seemed to really tick him off for some reason, and instead of eating, he decided to attack the shelter with Little ‘Un in it. And the screeching going on was sort of hard to ignore; we were all lined up at the window watching!
The pawrents have dealt with Mr. Ugly Face plenty of times before now, and his irritating habit is to run under the other wood stove stored on the porch under a tarp, where it is virtually impossible to dislodge him without seriously injuring him. The Mama decided to try something different.
She grabbed up the baseball bat leaning in the corner, and very stealthily opened the door… Mr. Ugly Face was so involved in his assault that he was taken completely by surprise when this wild woman came at him suddenly, yodeling like an Afghani raider, poking him with a baseball bat!!! Not ready to be completely cowed, he turned to confront her, but she had the element of surprise and the momentum, and with masterful pokes she pushed him till he was at the edge of the porch where he ungracefully went over the edge and scuttled off into the darkness! At which point the Mama dissolved into helpless laughter and the kittens all jumped down around her in delighted excitement! And probably Little ‘Un was breathing huge sighs of relief at the cessation of hostilities and the end of that unholy yelling!
The Mama, feeling magnanimous after her victory, served another round of hot soupy chow, and all retired to the shelters, content after a fine dinner complete with floor show! But once again, this picture of happy semi-domestic bliss was short-lived, as without warning, the freezing rain began with snow right behind it. In the space of an hour, the temperatures had dropped well below freezing and the winds had picked up to a gale force blowing from the west-northwest.
The Mama found it hard to sleep for worrying about the porch crew, but in the morning, all was well. She swept the inch of snow off the porch, grateful that it wasn’t more. The thermometer read 10 degrees – winter is here.
And this is the exact reason for us not visiting during the winter. MOL! I can't stand that Mr Ugly face and Zoe is sad for lil U. Hope he was alright. Glad everyone is doing well.
Guess what! We will be around all day!
MOL! Go you go!!
Yay Mama, you saved the day. big hugs
Don't like those ugly possums, way to go, Mama!
What an awesome story. We have a goofy possum around here too. They do try to be brave and fierce. He hissed at my Mom. Glad your Mom was able to run him off so that everyone could get a good supper before the mean weather set in.
Sky, about two years ago Di quit going outside to pee at night. Mom and Dad was like why? Mom went outside with the flash light one night and she seen red eyes and heard a hiss. Her and Di both ran for their lives! A few days later, Dad seen a baby possum on the bottom part of the deck. That's why the Mom Possum was so pissy. Everybody gave her a wide birth and when the youngster was big enough I guess they moved on.
Oh and we have racoons the size of dogs around here too.
Hey guys! Thank you all for coming! The Mama hasn't let us on here for days...Yeah, you know what, Zoe? The Mama doesn't want to admit it, but she's thinking maybe Mr. Ugly Face is really Ms. Ugly Face!
yeah, easy for YOU to laugh - but there could be MORE of those beasties out there - it's scary!
MOL! We got possums round here. Years ago, when we lived in San Antonio, we had a momma possum and all dese baby possums - da humans said da babies were cute.
One winter before we were born, the Mama says she had a family of three baby possums coming to her bird feeding station. They must have been orphaned as she never saw an adult with them and they were very small. Yes, they were cute! That same year was a hard winter and in addition to the possums, there was a lame deer, a pheasant and a rabbit who would all come to the feeding station at the same time. lame deer and pheasant
The Momma is one tough cookie! I used to have possoms come and eat my food when I was a kitten and living outside. They used to come up near my shelter and sneak some food, but they left us kittens alone.
The possums haven't bothered with our cats either, even the kittens, but then it's possible that even Mr Ugly Face is one of the possums who grew up shoulder to shoulder with the adult ferals when they were young themselves.