The Importance of Possums

Importance of Possums

To many, the possum is considered an undesirable rodent.  Here at the nest, we know just how remarkable these creatures really are.  That is why we are dedicated to rescuing and rehabbing these fascinating animals.  With the help of Eugene, our education ambassador, we are hoping to show people why possums are so beneficial to have around.  Let’s take a look at a few important facts about our furry little friends:

  • Possums eat normal foods like fruits, fish and eggs, but they also eat ticks, snakes, insects, snails, slugs, mice and rats. This makes them excellent pest control assistants.
  • It is extremely rare for a possum to contract rabies. In fact, they are remarkably resistant to many common animal diseases, including distemper.  Contrary to popular belief, if you see a possum wandering about during the day, this does not mean they have rabies. Although they do usually rest during the day, they will go out foraging in times when food is scarce.
  • It is estimated that a possum could potentially eat 4,000 ticks in a single week. They are also very unlikely to carry Lyme or other tick-borne infections.  This not only protects them, but also protects us.
  • Possums are known for their immunity to most snake venom. Not only do they eat poisonous snakes but they may also possess an antidote for venomous snakebites in humans.
  • “Playing possum” is a term that we are all familiar with, but what you might not know it that this “act” is actually a seizure that leaves the animal with little control over when it begins or ends. The comatose state can last for a few minutes or up to several hours.  Please do not assume the animal is dead and try to dispose of the body.  If you can see no obvious injuries, just leave the animal alone.  If you believe the animal is hurt, please contact your local rehabber.
  • Possums are North America’s only marsupial. When their babies are only 12 days old and smaller than a jellybean, they will make their way to the mother’s pouch. They will start to venture out of the pouch a bit at two months old and by three months will “ride” the mother’s back.  If you see a dead mother possum in the road, there may be a chance that there are still babies alive in the pouch.  Should you find baby possums, contact your local rehabber.  You should not attempt to raise the babies yourself. Even though adult possums can eat almost anything, the young “pups” have very specific dietary needs.

We hope that this has helped alter some of the negative opinions that come along with this “rat-tailed” mammal.  They actually do us a great service.  Still not convinced?  Stop by one of our fundraisers to meet Eugene and give him a chance to show you how delightful a possum can really be.

Becky Grider
Happinest Volunteer

Call Me When You Get On Ninety-One

That was the entirety of the first conversation with Geri Wynn. So much for directions. To be fair, she likely had an animal in one hand and the phone in the other. Wildlife rehabbers often have their hands full this time of year and your priorities must change a little when you have a hundred mouths to feed. Thank goodness for GPS.

We were only about an hour into the four-hour drive from Chattanooga to Elizabethton and our passengers had hardly made a sound. My travel companion and licensed wildlife rehabilitator at Happinest Wildlife Rescue, Kate Harrell, hopped in the back to check on our most critical bit of cargo. Of the six fawns we had on board, this one was the smallest and had already shown signs of declining health.  When Kate returned to the cab, I feared we may be changing the manifest of this journey from six to five live fawns onboard. About an hour later, we did just that. “Sometimes, you just have to take solace in knowing they were comfortable when they passed and there was nothing more you could do”, Kate remarked.

The highways became streets and then country lanes as they often do when your destination pertains to wildlife. The rehab facility was located at the end of a long gravel drive on the edge of the Cherokee National Forest. This particular facility was more accustomed to dealing with large mammals and it wasn’t hard to see why. Located in the Blue Ridge Mountains roughly 10 miles from the Virginia border, the largely undeveloped land is ideal habitat for all manner of native wildlife.

Geri and Keith Wynn greeted us at the end of the drive, their attention focused mainly on the five new patients being admitted to their care.  Transferring the little guys into the facility and filling out the intake forms led to a very informative tour of their facility, tips for caring for orphaned fawns and some planning for, possibly, being able to care for them locally in the future. For now, we knew these five fawns were in good hands at Wynnwood.

Geri Wynn confirmed that they had seen an uptick in fawn admissions this year. While fawns may occasionally be orphaned, it is rarely the case. Does will often leave their young curled up in a safe location while they go feed on their own and return several times a day to check on them. This serves as a reminder that if you find a fawn, the best thing to do is watch and see if its mother returns.  Geri advises, “Unless you see flies and maggots on the fawn, leave it be.” Although it is necessary to intervene occasionally, nature tends to have a way of taking care of herself and we should sometimes be more obliged to leave our good intentions on our doorsteps.






Brown Thrasher vs. Black Widow

A newly released Brown Thrasher finds herself back in trouble quick.

It started out as a normal day for a wildlife rehabilitator – giving medicine, cleaning cages, and feeding baby birds. I was outside by my pool, hosing out some empty cages, when I noticed one of the Brown Thrasher fledglings I had soft released the day before was foraging for the mealworms and blueberries I’d put out on the ground. (In a soft release, you let the bird you’ve raised go but continue to provide food until they choose to be independent.) This particular thrasher came to me in July as an injured nestling, and it made me happy to see her enjoying her second day of freedom.

A short time later Lilly, as I called her, darted by a few feet from me and grabbed what I thought was another blueberry. After a closer look I realized it wasn’t a blueberry at all, but a BIG black spider! I am terrified of spiders. Of course, after seeing it was a spider, the first thing that came to my mind was “Ahh, Lilly saved me from that vile thing!” It took her several minutes to kill and eat it. I was squirming, but I didn’t interrupt her because I wanted it gone! After a few minutes there was no sign of the spider and Lilly flew away.

Lilly, the Brown Thrasher, survives and thrives!

Fast forward about 30 minutes, to when I started hearing a peculiar barking-like sound. At first I ignored it, but it continued so I went to investigate. That’s when I found Lilly underneath a bush, panting and “barking” with every breath. She was obviously in distress so I ran inside to get the net to catch her. Even though I hand raised her from a baby, she was very wild so this was no easy task.

I chased her all over the yard from tree to tree before finally catching her. At this point she was gasping for air, and I had no idea what was wrong! I put her in a cage, gave her Metacam for pain, and administered herbal Rescue Remedy to calm her down. My mind was racing trying to figure out what was wrong and what to do, but then it came to me … the big black spider was a black widow! I was certain because we have been dealing with an infestation of black widows at our house for years. Had I not witnessed her eating the spider, I wouldn’t have been able to properly diagnose her symptoms.

I was in a total panic, as I had no idea how to treat a bird for a spider bite. I called my vet, all my fellow rehabbers, and I posted for help in the Wildlife Rehabbers Blog Group on Facebook. Lilly was drinking water constantly – I’ve never seen a songbird drink so much and for so long. Most rehabbers suggested that I put activated charcoal in her water to absorb the poison and make her throw up. I was certain she had already vomited the spider, as she was vomiting while I was chasing her around the yard.

I took my fellow rehabbers’ advice and gave her the charcoal. I was a nervous wreck because I didn’t know what to expect; I had never given it to a bird before, and to make matters worse, I had to leave Lilly to go to work at the hair salon! Fortunately, my client was very understanding as I applied her color and then left her to go back home to check on Lilly. As I was driving, Shannon Dawkins with Paws & Claws Mobile Veterinary Services messaged me and told me to try Benadryl. When I arrived home Lilly was still gasping for air and drinking water. Again, I had never had a reason to give a bird Benadryl before, but Shannon and I figured out the dosage.

Here’s a video of Lily in distress…

I ran out the door and as luck would have it, I returned to work just as my client’s color timer went off. I finished her and started my next client, who was also very understanding when I left to check on Lilly again. I drove to the house, praying the whole way because I had no idea what I would find. But to my amazement, she was on the perch and breathing normally! I never thought I would be happy to see a pile of vomit, but there it was, fresh and full of mealworms. The charcoal and Benadryl had worked, and for the first time I felt like she was going to live.

I wanted to make sure I gave her plenty of time to recover after what she had been through, so I kept her for two days. When I re-released her, I thought, ahhh – another day in the life of a rehabber!