The Wildlife Rehabber’s dream
I had the strangest dream last night. I was releasing a recently rehabbed baby opossum at the Brackett Park ball fields, in South Minneapolis. He was an exceptionally cute, friendly little baby of an opossum, and so small that I was concerned about his ability to take care of himself. As he exited the pet carrier I knelt down and petted him gently, murmuring reassurances that he was going to be OK.
A large, hairy, middle aged man in a plaid shirt and jeans approached and asked me what I thought I was doing. “Petting the ‘possums” I replied, rather sheepishly looking down at my shoes. He glared at me disapprovingly, then abruptly turned on his heel and strode off.
