Possum

Across the road, in Val's front garden, in an elkhorn (or is it a staghorn) epiphyte living on a tree, a little possum has its nest.

Yesterday we went to have a look because Val said that it had relocated to a new epiphyte, a couple of feet down, to have a baby.

So we went and hide a look, waking up the nocturnal little beastie who looked at us in the vaguely befuddled way we're all so familiar with.

What big eyes she has.