So when the call came today about a SINGLE possum found in a bucket and possibly cat-attacked, I was quite willing to take the hissy little fellow, as he’s old enough to self-feed and really only needs a round of antibiotics to ward off any possible ill effects from the surmised cat attack.
He’s stressed, of course, and crazy-hissy, showing off those 50 teeth—yeah, possums have 50 teeth—in what would be an impressive threat display if he were bigger. As it is, I just laugh at the rascal.
They have opposable thumbs on their back feet, while their front toes are all evenly sized. Their eyesight is pathetically bad; they’d be classified as legally blind if they were humans. Their sensitive noses compensate for their bad eyesight, though. They use their prehensile tail NOT to hang from tree branches—at least, not as adults; the babies sometimes will—but as an extra “hand” to drag nesting material around.
Their lifespan is short, only about four years at the longest, and they’ve changed little in millions of years—how neat is that?!
In short, possums is neat! (Yes, I know it’s bad grammar but it sounds goofier, appropriate for goofy little critters. And if you’re wondering, my source for all this lovely trivia is my memory—it’s stuff I’ve read on possums over the years.)
Sisyphus the kestrel, the screech and the barred all are due for follow-up x-rays this week. Sisyphus’ wing has been unwrapped for several days now, and he’s keeping it fairly level, so that’s a good sign. So fingers crossed for good outcomes for all of them.