Opanina the Opossum needs food.
All animals forage, and we tend towards kindness to The Old Ones when we’re able.
It’s that “pay it forward” thing we do.
The Wild brings us such joy due to its simplicity.
All things are in balance.
Until Man appears.
Man does not understand balance.
I’ve previously mentioned the construction going on the far side of our wood, most recently in They ain’t tiny little raccoons no more and The Flock.
Said construction is affecting our little piece of The Wild. More creatures show up daily, often multiple times each day, foraging for anything we might leave about.
Whatever we do leave about is gone quickly.
And there are squabbles now. There always were and they were seldom and few. Now we hear them daily.
It is birthing time and there are young ones to feed; Raccoon, Opossum, Coyote, Rabbit, and others.
It is not our duty to feed them all. It is our pleasure to do what we can.
For The Wild.