Terry ended up with the afternoon off and twisted my arm to join him for a snowshoe walk. Mozart came, too, so we had to go down to Akeley Swamp, where dogs are allowed. When I looked out the window, it was gray and dull… so I left the camera in my office… Oh I would regret that a little later.
After following the trail for a long while, we decided to go off the trail into a beautiful hemlock woods. As we stood resting, sipping water, Mozart comes up proudly… with an opossum in his mouth. He lay it gently on the snow… treating it sort of playfully – just like he treats his many, many stuffed toys.
The opossum lay there looking dead… But they do that… as a defense. I noticed that when Mozart pushed it with his nose, the skin crawled and the chest raised and lowered breifly. That critter was playing ‘possum!
Why oh why do I EVER leave my camera behind when I go out in the woods? I’m still chuckling…
No camera. . . . are you feeling alright Jen? Not even a point and shoot?
oh no you are getting as bad as me leaving things like cameras and binoculars behind.
I keep my little point and shoot in my purse so I always have at least that in case I come across something special. How cute for him to bring you a ‘possum!
I have these moments of regret over my camera all too often! Next time….
I can’t believe you didn’t have your camera!
Mozart is beautiful….
A dog named Mozart, hmmm. Has he writen any symphonies?
I can relate to your frustration, Jennifer. The first time I put my 7 year old son in a kayak, by himself, I carried my camera along. I knew it was going to be a monumental occasion and wanted to capture it for all time.
When I finally felt confident I could take my eyes off of him long enough to take a picture, I discovered I’d left the camera’s battery at home – plugged into the wall.
Stupid…..stupid……stupid…….
You know, though, that if you had brought your camera, Mozart wouldn’t have found and brought you that opossum. I find the best observations tend to happen when one’s left their binoculars and/or camera at home… Murphy’s cousin, I think.