Country Livin'

When we bought our house a few years ago, we thought it was in a pretty good location. We're less than ten minutes away from a Walmart but are still surrounded by farmland. There are stray cats (one adopted us, our black and white kitty, Kiki), raccoons, and opossums.

Funny thing about opossums...they're feisty!

I needed to run to the store one night a couple of years ago. And as I was headed out into the garage, Teagan leading the way and Logan in my arms, Teagan turned around on the bottom step and said, "What's that?"

I quickly pulled her back into the house while I screamed.

There's some shelving in our garage to the right of the door and on one of the shelves was a very large opossum.

I called Brad, who was on his way home from work, to warn him that he needed to get the opossum out of there.

There was yelling and banging and clanging coming out of the garage for a good ten to fifteen minutes after he got home. He got it out of the garage but it was very reluctant to go and he said it hissed at him...a lot.

So, we've had some interesting visitors. Tonight, we had a beautiful visitor, right in our backyard.






Country living has its perks.