A holiday visitor

As I was finishing my morning coffee, my eye caught movement on the fence outside the house. I thought at first it was the neighbour’s cat, who is engaged in a prolonged war with the Snook. (The cat wants to crap in our garden; Rodd would prefer it didn’t.) But it wasn’t a cat – it’s a brush-tailed possum! I know they’re around, but I’d never seen one this close to the house before. We kept an eye on him to make sure he wasn’t hurt, and eventually he climbed the Davidson’s plum up to the balcony above. Stay cool today, friend.