When we lived in Hawthorn we had lots and lots of possums in our street. We used to watch them walking along the power lines as soon as the sun went down, and we often heard them running over our roof or along the fences. A particularly amorous pair lived in the beautiful tree in our backyard and they, er, regularly expressed their feelings for the benefit of the entire neighbourhood.
That’s love, right there.
I’ve missed our little possums since moving here two years ago, although there’s been plenty of evidence that they are around somewhere. Sometimes I’ll hear rustling in the trees late at night, or the dog will follow a scent trail that comes to a dead end at the foot of a tree. Despite all of the signs I can only remember seeing two since moving into this house.
I guess that’s why it was so exciting to spot this tiny little ringtail possum through a gap in our broken fence. He was a perfect little model, and although I couldn’t coax him out of his thorny hidey hole I was happy to have a little bit of camera time with him from a safe distance.
I know that not everybody likes possums, but I think their little pink noses are the best. My favourite photo from this set is below.
Day 21 of the 30 Day Photo Challenge is gratitude. There are so many things I could have written about and photographed on this subject – people I’m thankful for, Christmas coming up, etc – but it felt a little bit forced to write about these things because of a daily prompt.
Instead, I thought I’d share something that I was truly grateful for today – the trust and bravery of a tiny little marsupial who allowed me to sit nearby for a little while. It’s nice to think that he’s just outside my window somewhere.