I spent the morning volunteering at a wildlife rescue (I haven't discussed blogging about it with the operator, so for now, no specifics).
I fed baby 'Possums. Many. Tiny babies, ranging from eyes not totally open, to just big enough to be feisty and opinionated. I picked the legs of dead crickets, which was surprisingly not that gross, and dropped them into baby birds' mouths. Cleaned cages, washed dishes, was nibbled by a duck, fed babies again, and tried to be useful. This rescue gets calls from local vets, and drop-offs from random kind-hearted souls, and nurses orphaned babies and injured animals, and releases as many as possible back to the wild when they are big enough to cope. It's heroic madness, and may seem crazy to people who live in the non-citified areas, where possums are like fleas on a dog, and also PITA, and saving them is kinda madness. I get that POV, and I also get this.
This is protection of the native species against the endless, relentless intrusion of people and subdivisions and strip malls. Kind people find abandoned babies and can't just let them DIE, and this rescue keeps them alive and then finds safe wild places for them later. I arrived in High Possum Season. Squirrel season is winding down.
If I want to do this long term I'll have to get the preventative series of rabies vaccines so I can handle the raccoons, but that's not an immediate issue, because the raccoon residents are moving on up and out. But oh DAMN, raccoons are cute! If I didn't think I'll be moving in October, I'd be signing up for rabies shots so I could work with them. But, as it is, this is most likely going to be a few months of cage cleaning and random helpfulness. I'm on for one morning a week, which is a really modest start.
I'm locking down a trip to MD in mid-June. Lodging (thanks to Cousin S and J) has been secured. Flights and rental car will be done tomorrow.
Sunday - wedding dress try-on time postponed from last weekend, because BrideGirl was feeling worn out. Monday - venue tour, with Groom and Groom's Mom.
Tomorrow: Sleep Late. Walk Dogs. Bike Ride. Scrub something in the house. Cut down something dead in the yard.
I'm one week into Voluntary Unemployment, or, as I prefer to call it, my Sabbatical. I'm sleeping 8 hours at night, I've lost 3 pounds, and I can't even remember what I did at that job.