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After many years as a wildlife rehabilitator who did not take in opossums I am now caring for three of them. This fall the first young male opossum (Octavo) came to us after being attacked by a dog. His tiny face was covered with wounds and he also had a severe upper respiratory infection. Since I had virtually no experience with opossums I relied on the guidance of two other rehabilitator friends to help care for him correctly. Within several weeks Octavo was showing dramatic improvement when another older female opossum arrived....

For as long as I can remember I have wanted to nurture and care for animals. As a child, when the weather turned bad outside I would ask my mom if we could bring them all inside, out of the cold or rain. Now as an adult my wish has been fulfilled. In addition to rehabilitating thousands of birds and animals over the years, I have created a sanctuary and a safe place for wildlife to live. Sadly, the problem with sanctuaries is that the animals are only protected when they are here. When they cross my road they may be hit by a...

Years ago when I was guiding a group of campers around the Nook we stopped at an old picnic table beside my small grove of pines. I instructed the group of children to climb up on the table and find a spot facing the pines. As we sat there quietly for a moment I explained to the children that this was my television.  It was a special place to sit and watch all the nature unfold around me. As the children sat there waiting, the birds were the first to appear, fluttering in the trees and sharing the seed on the ground. Next the...

One of the best stress relievers I know of is simply sitting outside. In the early morning, after putting food out for all the creatures I return to my house for a cup of freshly brewed coffee. As I sit down in my old metal garden chair I am transformed by the tranquility before me. Slowly and quietly the does are the first ones to bring their fawns out into the meadow. Next the line of bucks emerges from the thick brush and slowly saunter across the road like the old baseball players emerging from the cornfield in Field of Dreams....