When you’re living, as I do, the High Density Lifestyle, you learn not only to share space with other people, but animals as well.
Here in my Newhall condo complex, for instance, we share space with a lot of animals. It’s practically the Discovery Channel’s Planet Earth out there!
Just this morning, I saw this wander by my window while writing the Daily Brief:
An opossum! A member of the marsupial family, opossums:
are opportunistic omnivores with a very broad diet. Their diet mainly consists of carrion and many individual opossums are killed on the highway when scavenging for roadkill. They are also known to eat insects, frogs, birds, snakes, small mammals, and earthworms. Some of their favorite foods are fruits, and they are known to eat avocados, apples, clementines, and persimmons. Their broad diet allows them to take advantage of many sources of food provided by human habitation such as unsecured food waste (garbage) and pet food.
And there is truth to the rumor that opossums “play possum”:
When threatened or harmed, they will “play possum“, mimicking the appearance and smell of a sick or dead animal. This physiological response is involuntary, rather than a conscious act: sometimes baby opossums’ brains do not react, therefore they do not “play dead”. When “playing possum”, the lips are drawn back, teeth are bared, saliva foams around the mouth, and a foul-smelling fluid is secreted from theanal glands. Their stiff, curled form can be prodded, turned over, and even carried away. The animal will regain consciousness after a period of minutes or hours and escape.
This is only the second time I’ve seen an opossum on our grounds. Frankly, they aren’t the most attractive animals, but if they keep the rodent population down, I’m all for them.
And last year, I watched in horror and fascination as two large raccoons attempted to corral and consume a mother duck and her chicks who had made our pool their home. I don’t know what the outcome was, but the next morning I saw that two baby chicks were missing.
But one animal stands above all others for its elusiveness: (and biologists I need your help here) the common western barnyard owl, which I hear shrieking in the sky above most nights around 10 or 11pm. While walking my dogs over the years, the owl has presented himself only while flying; usually he’s just a streak of white light, followed by a shriek. I can hear him most evenings making the characteristic “Who…whooo” noise, but I’ve never seen him stationary.
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