Chickens on High Alert.
Suspicious foot prints
Yup. It's a possum. The babee was the first to spot it, the 5yo identified it.
I always feel rather happy to see wildlife, even if it's the chicken-attacking kind. But in this case, I am not particularly excited about the fact that this possum is running around in plain daylight, was thoroughly underwhelmed by my approaching him (or her, heaven forbid. No more baby possums here, please!), and was only doing the minimum running away after I hollered and banged a few logs.
Bye. Have a nice, happy life. Somewhere else, please!
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