On March 21st I found this little guy who had fallen off his mama.

Unfortunately, Mama opossums don’t come back for their babies if they fall off. He was too little to be on his own. I gave him a bath, fed him puppy formula and put him in a cage with a heat lamp.

He thrived and even learned how to use a litter box. He loved hamburgers and just about all food.

He was a male and we named him Ollie. He would cuddle for maybe a minute then wanted to get down and explore.

He loved hiding in the couch cushions and we worked with him on climbing and finding food. The plan was never to keep him, but when he got big enough we’d let him go in the woods by the trail.

This was the day we let him go. It was sad, but he was ready. When we opened his cage he sniffed around then took off into the brush and trees. I left one of my T-shirts by one of the trees because I’m weird and thought it would give him comfort. I realized after the fact that it was one that I dye my hair in and the stains on it could be mistaken for dried blood. I really hope no one picked it up and thought something bad happened out there.

Today Donny and I went walking the trail. I always hope I’ll catch a glimpse of Ollie when we’re out there. If I were an opossum that’s where I’d want to live.

There’s a creek that runs through the area.

I’m sure he’s very happy, living his best life.

I know I was happy because the air was a crisp 74 degrees and it smelled amazing walking in the forest. Please excuse my no makeup and scraped back hair look. We’re been busy all day taking care of stuff at home. It’s good to get out and breath fresh air a little every day.