Hello possums
Well, well, well . . .
That wasn't what I expected when I said "yes" to a cuppa.
The day had started at a leisurely pace. Nice sunny morning, although a bit breezy. Brekky was had whilst sitting with our backs to the sun's warmth. An 'only one egg' cooked breakfast for him, a banana/strawberry smoothie and vegemite toast for me.
Papers spread before us... we shared interesting tidbits, news is highly overrated me thinkst. The highlight - our stars - Pisces for us both. Hard to believe I know! Our traits it seems, come from opposite ends of the Piscean spectrum.
A bit of house and garden work before we venture out and about. A small gathering, one of many other gatherings, so many people. Tables overflowing, kids swarming the playground, helium balloons tantalisingly, buffeted by the breeze, causing the 'small one' to raise her hands and smile.
We meet the NZ friends - two blonde haired teens and their parents. The teens, adored by the small one... the small one adored by the teens... Parents and teens, their friendship shared with my loved ones - what a wonderful gift.
Other friends - mum, dad and a curly haired lass are here too. The small one and the curly haired lass, the bestest of friends. Just like their mums.
The day is now unexpectedly hot and then... a chill wind picks up. What is happening - this is crazy weather! A sprinkle falls from the sky, we search for a table under cover and find none... Then the curly haired lass's mum is victorious - what a clever girl she is! Belongings snavelled up, food, drinks and people move to the shaded area. Safe from the rain that is on its way... or so we thought!
A shame the rain came, but oh we do need it. The ground is dry and parched, I can hear it happily lapping up the cool liquid. Leaves dropping, wet and dripping - they too will be happy.
Off home we go. The mother and us... A quick stop to drop him home and then "come for a cuppa", so I do.
Barking greets us... the dogs are happy to see us, they jump up and down at the back door, hoping to gain entry. Alas, they are wet from the storm that has swept past - they quiet and we make tea! We chat, there's stuff to catch up on, we haven't seen each other for a while. Then the barking starts again... it's in the background, we continue our conversation. And then it is full-on, there is another sounds, that I can't quite make out. I say "what are they barking at?" She says "I don't know but I'm going to find out". She leans over the rail, then a high pitched "no" and we are off... "What is it I say, a cockatoo?" it sounds like a cockatoo!
The dogs gruff and persistent, barking at the base of the tree. "What is it?" I ask. And then I see it, a very scared and extremely angry possum. Eyes staring, hissing at us, I see malicious looking fangs, claws long and hooked. We catch the dogs, lock them upstairs - their barks continue.
The poor possum burrows deep into the green of the lily leaves. It doesn't do as I thought and run up the tree trunk. No, it bows it head and pushes itself deeper down. She, returns with a rake, "bring a towel I say, get a box." "I don't have a box" she says, "what about the clothes basket?" she brings it over. I look at the flimsy plastic of the basket and back at the fangs and claws of the possum. We both know, that will not work! "What about a bucket" she says and rushes away, returning with said bucket and rake in hand.
I stand over the possum, towel at the ready - it hisses - I am afraid. We part the lily leaves and with the bucket pushed forward, I maneuver it close, carefully placing it under the possum's head, with the rake positioned behind said possum, she pushes, I hold the bucket and in he goes. "The lid, where's the lid?" Aha, here it is - on it goes.
Our hearts are pounding, we are laughing, happy that the possum is safe.
Bucket with possum, placed in the car, seat-belted for safety. I'm praying that it does not escape, I envisage me abandoning the car post haste with an angry nocturnal marsupial holding me at bay. Thankfully - jut a quick trip to the 24hr vet down the road - they are happy to take him. "Where was he found? What happened?" And then, I'm in my car and on my way. The possum thankfully, in safe hands.
I'm home! He says, looking at the blue bucket "what's that?" "Ah I say, you just never know what's gonna happen when you say 'yes' to a cuppa".
That wasn't what I expected when I said "yes" to a cuppa.
Papers spread before us... we shared interesting tidbits, news is highly overrated me thinkst. The highlight - our stars - Pisces for us both. Hard to believe I know! Our traits it seems, come from opposite ends of the Piscean spectrum.
A bit of house and garden work before we venture out and about. A small gathering, one of many other gatherings, so many people. Tables overflowing, kids swarming the playground, helium balloons tantalisingly, buffeted by the breeze, causing the 'small one' to raise her hands and smile.
We meet the NZ friends - two blonde haired teens and their parents. The teens, adored by the small one... the small one adored by the teens... Parents and teens, their friendship shared with my loved ones - what a wonderful gift.
Other friends - mum, dad and a curly haired lass are here too. The small one and the curly haired lass, the bestest of friends. Just like their mums.
The day is now unexpectedly hot and then... a chill wind picks up. What is happening - this is crazy weather! A sprinkle falls from the sky, we search for a table under cover and find none... Then the curly haired lass's mum is victorious - what a clever girl she is! Belongings snavelled up, food, drinks and people move to the shaded area. Safe from the rain that is on its way... or so we thought!
A shame the rain came, but oh we do need it. The ground is dry and parched, I can hear it happily lapping up the cool liquid. Leaves dropping, wet and dripping - they too will be happy.
Off home we go. The mother and us... A quick stop to drop him home and then "come for a cuppa", so I do.
Barking greets us... the dogs are happy to see us, they jump up and down at the back door, hoping to gain entry. Alas, they are wet from the storm that has swept past - they quiet and we make tea! We chat, there's stuff to catch up on, we haven't seen each other for a while. Then the barking starts again... it's in the background, we continue our conversation. And then it is full-on, there is another sounds, that I can't quite make out. I say "what are they barking at?" She says "I don't know but I'm going to find out". She leans over the rail, then a high pitched "no" and we are off... "What is it I say, a cockatoo?" it sounds like a cockatoo!
The dogs gruff and persistent, barking at the base of the tree. "What is it?" I ask. And then I see it, a very scared and extremely angry possum. Eyes staring, hissing at us, I see malicious looking fangs, claws long and hooked. We catch the dogs, lock them upstairs - their barks continue.
I stand over the possum, towel at the ready - it hisses - I am afraid. We part the lily leaves and with the bucket pushed forward, I maneuver it close, carefully placing it under the possum's head, with the rake positioned behind said possum, she pushes, I hold the bucket and in he goes. "The lid, where's the lid?" Aha, here it is - on it goes.
Our hearts are pounding, we are laughing, happy that the possum is safe.
Bucket with possum, placed in the car, seat-belted for safety. I'm praying that it does not escape, I envisage me abandoning the car post haste with an angry nocturnal marsupial holding me at bay. Thankfully - jut a quick trip to the 24hr vet down the road - they are happy to take him. "Where was he found? What happened?" And then, I'm in my car and on my way. The possum thankfully, in safe hands.
I'm home! He says, looking at the blue bucket "what's that?" "Ah I say, you just never know what's gonna happen when you say 'yes' to a cuppa".
He laughed......
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