Fending off a cold (or something) all week, last night/this morning it finally took me down. I woke with a fever and pounding headache. Got up, got dressed and just couldn't bring myself to go outside, so Peg went to the city on her own.
Spending way too much time in bed today was a shame in more ways than one; we had a nice surplus of degrees over 40 today. According to the weather folks, we'll not even see 0 for a high on Monday.
When I finally was up this afternoon, I took a look outside to see the clouds (thanks Martha) up the valley and to the west. There the creatures were, doing what they might to avoid starvation and prepare for conditions less good.
Knowing the barn cats didn't care one iota about my cold, I headed out to feed them and discovered another visitor. One more mouth to feed, all we need......
A funny story about opossums from back in the day when we had our flock of sheep. The kids were out in the barn to take care of our new lambs and heard a very odd sound, a sound that was a little too unfamiliar to not be afraid of. They came back into the house and told Peg, "mom, there's something in the barn".
I wasn't home and brave farm-wife Peg had just one more oddity to deal with. Upon (very cautious) inspection, it was discovered that a large opossum had crawled into our plastic garbage container in search of the mother lode......50 lbs of milk replacer mix. The sounds the family heard were of the opossum making its last movements, scratching the sides of the container. It was the size of a beach ball, having O.D.'d on the sweet milk mix. We were able to keep the container covered from that day on.