Poor possum

We had a death in the family this morning. Or at least, in the extended family of feathered and furry hangers-on around the place.

He was a brush tailed possum, probably one of the ones that runs across the roof sometimes, and peers in through the upper side window. Maybe one of the ones the neighbours reported to be nesting in their tree, where the marauding tree snake was causing panic in the watchful parents.

He was almost certainly the one we often saw scuttling up the power pole at the bottom of the drive. We found him on the ground at the bottom of the pole, blood still oozing from his nose, his body starting to cool and stiffen. I think he was a bit too ambitious for once, and managed to get himself electrocuted up there, thus falling off his perch and finishing himself off on the hard ground below. 

At least he didn't cause a power cut. They often do. Poor possums!

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