It's the school holidays for me and so I try to dedicate some of this time to catch up with friends that I might not normally have much to do with during a school term. Sometimes too, I like to catch up with friends who I teach with because, with the busyness of the term, I don't always get many opportunities to catch up socially. Holidays are the perfect time to do this. And so today, I was due to meet up with some of my mates from school - fellow teachers.
When I woke up this morning I didn't feel too sporty and I was due to meet everyone at 9:30am. I found it very hard to get myself going. I was extremely tired and I think the late nights and four-hourly feeding sessions through the night were beginning to take their toll on me.
After I fed the babies, I took a shower and that helped a little. I really wanted to make an effort to catch up with everyone, so even though I missed meeting everyone at school for the carpool, I managed to get to Flute about a half hour late; but I made it.
It was great seeing everyone. Because the word was out about the babies, the topic of conversation featured a lot of questions about them and how it was all going. I only stayed for about 45 minutes because I really was very tired and the time was getting close to the babies next feed.
Even though it was a short visit, it was great.
Tamigotchi seemed to be a little wet along his tummy and legs when I went to feed him in the afternoon. He usually is very fluffy and warm, but this afternoon, he was really quite wet. He had obviously pee-ed himself.
I try to toilet both possums after each feed, however, they won't always oblige me. Maybe this was a time when I'd missed and he really had to go. I changed his pouch after feeding and drying him off. Accidents happen.
It is strange but in the time that I've been looking after these two gorgeous possums I've never actually seen them do a number two! I've since been told by my mentor that sometimes the possums will 'take care of that department'. So, I guess that's what they are doing.
Saori is still such a little darling. She has decided that she likes to stand up and hold my hands to eat. She doesn't want to be wrapped up in a blankie anymore! She reckons she's a big girl now. She is still the tiniest little poppet. She has also discovered a great hidey-hole at the top of my shirts and tops. She gallops up my front once she has eaten and next thing I know she's buried herself down my front. She finds a comfy position and settles down quickly and begins to preen herself. She is so funny to watch. She also loves me showering her with kisses.
She now officially has a favourite place to curl up in. I have to wait until she falls asleep so I can gently lift her out of there and place her in her little sleeping pouch. Saori, we've discovered loves the feel of skin, rather than the material of the pouches.
I am blessed to live on Willow Pond, our family home, where I get the chance to experience the closeness of the city, but with all the creature comforts of the bush. Willow Pond is my little piece of heaven and it is where I like to create my stories, write about life and read, read, read! It is also the place where I am happiest, spending precious time with my beautiful family.
Welcome to Words from Willow Pond
Willow Pond is the home of Deb and husband, Ian, their three adult children, Jossy, Kimmy & Dylan, Joss' husband, Chris, two lippizzaners, Dutchy & Obie, an Old English Sheepdog called Mitzi, the cutest Cavoodle ever, called Oscar, two orphaned Ringtail Possums, named Tamigotchi and Saori, two brush tail orphans, named Penny and Sheldon and other resident ringtail and brush tail possums and many geckos and frogs. Otis our rainbow lorikeet, whom we looked after for over 11 years, finally flew the coop and is enjoying the freedom of the skies.
Deb and her family have lived at Willow Pond for the past fourteen years.
Deb & Ian can sometimes be found down by the willow tree on a hot afternoon sharing a cold beer after spending the day gardening and mowing lawns.
Deb & Ian planted a young Willow tree about ten years ago down near their pond in the back paddock, and it has grown into a very fine specimen. They have since planted four more Willow saplings, which are growing well. The Willows inspired Deb to name the property Willow Pond. It is their hope that native wildlife will find shelter and a haven here like the characters from the children's classic, Wind in the Willows.
Deb enjoys creating ideas and writing here at Willow Pond. She intends to dedicate this blog to the adventures at Willow Pond with her family.
If you have found us by accident, or intentionally, then - Welcome and thank you for dropping by. We hope you enjoy your visit.
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