I always walk around the property when I have been gone for over 24 hours. Things change so dramatically. Buds unfurl, holes are dug, the labyrinth gets weedy. Nature is never still or silent, not really.
Recently I returned to find the big red bowl which usually sits on a limestone rock at the tea house entrance, turned over on a concrete paver. Odd, I thought, maybe the twins were playing or maybe Brad or Betty sat on it for some strange reason. There was a glass plate of cat food next to it. I imagined Betty sitting on it and petting Chester or Gold while he ate organic kibbles.
I reaching down to turn the bowl over, and something hissed loudly. " Snake," I thought. But I had a glimpse of grey fur, so I knew my first guess was wrong. Finding a copper pipe, I turned it over and there, coiled in a perfect circle, was the biggest opossum I have ever seen.
He was not happy, I had flipped his bowl. He snarled, hissed, and waddled into the forest. Chester and I looked at one another. I could tell his bb brain was confused also. Had the possum pulled the heavy bowl over on him? Had someone placed it over him? How long had he been covered? An enigma wrapped in a conundrum !
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