3.7.15 This afternoon I caught sight of his silver-grey fur, his pink pink self

     Last night, the Possum left tracks, as they quietly made their way from their home to the compost, for a cold late night dinner. Tossing bits of food here and there, looking for something good.

     Today, getting up from resting, I saw their beautiful furred self in the compost, went to grab my camera, slippers on, and high-tailed it out the door, into the yard, and driveway, to catch a glimpse , hoping to take care and not scare them too much.

     I love Possums. I do. Brought many a baby to rehabilitators.

     This little boy is barely a teenager, but has made it through the tough tough winter, probably because the Coywolves stopped coming by, with the deep snow.

     This afternoon I caught sight of his silver-grey fur, his pink pink self, as he made his slow careful way from the compost,across the driveway, past the cottage, out into the woods. Beautiful.

Ah, the 1/2 second movie

His tracks,  from last night. And yeah, it's a boy!