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.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Instalment 30 Friday 6 May 2011

I spent the day organising hospital things and once that all got done, I was able to concentrate on regular things. Filling in the hospital forms proved to be a very time consuming exercise and I was glad when I finally could do no more for today, at least.

The possums are all well, but Tamigotchi acted finicky towards his food today. He does this every now and then and I haven't really worked out why, yet. I'm not sure if it is the syringe, or the teat, or the taste of the milk, or if he doesn't feel himself. Well, people have off days, don't they? So, why can't possums?

I just have to persist with him. I manage to get him to eat all his food most of the time. There's been a couple of times where I have thought he'd finished and I cuddled and put him to bed and then, when I've gone to clean up everything, discovered that he'd left a half a ml or more. He can be a tricky little munchkin.

Saori continues to be herself. She has this cute routine. As soon as I remove the rubber band from her pouch she scampers out into my hands and then she climbs all around the outside of the pouch, biting and clamping down. She knows the routine and I let her do her stuff for a little while and then it is time to go to the toilet. She always goes to the toilet for me. She's a good little poppet. Once that is done, I wrap a towel around her and settle her into position and from then on, she loves to suckle until all the milk is gone.

She is the most beautiful baby. My heart just fills with love with these two babies.

Once Saori finishes her formula, I try to mop up under her chin and then she scampers up under my chin and burrows down under my shirt where she sits and preens herself and then snuggles in for a nap. She loves snuggling into my chest under my shirt where she feels very safe.

After Tamigotchi finishes feeding, I wrap both my hands around him securely and lift him up near my face and I pat the top of his head with either my finger or my cheek. He loves this and it sends him to sleep straight away. He feels secure snuggled up like this.
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