The crescent moon was glorious the other evening & I watched as it began it's westward descent. Spying it's reflection in the bird-bath of the lower yard, I was up for the challenge to shoot it. When I returned with my tripod, our aged, collie mix companion, Juliette slipped out behind me. It was a difficult shot as I had to stand back & zoom in between the deck pickets. Within moments, Juliette returned & was prancing around like a puppy, but I was "in the zone", calculating the angle. Apparently while I was hunting the shot, she had done some hunting of her own. Turning back to the glass door, I cried aloud as I discovered the source of her youthful delight... she had brought me a possum, which lay curled up & motionless at my feet. I was upset, but couldn't scold her as she was simply protecting her herd....sigh...we like our wildlife to remain wild...& living.....
I thought to get the shovel immediately, but decided to "save it" for my son, who was playing next door. With dismayed heart, I took a few images of the poor thing; even tinkered with the notion of capturing some macro shots of fur, face & tail.
Some 20 minutes later, I looked out to discover it had vanished into the night. Unlike the spring groundhogs Juliette brings home, this one had feigned death before she could snap it's neck. It had played possum & survived her grasp ! I never did get a decent shot of the entire crescent actually in focus, but I have a new goal for which to hunt. (First, I need to rid of the leaves in the bird-bath).
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