Nature Notes ~ The Never Ending Story? Possums again...

Those of you who have followed the possum saga (just scroll
down a couple of posts and you will see) may remember that
as soon as we were back on the farm and it got dark, the alarm
people would ring to inform us that there was yet another
burgler in the dining room. It was becoming quite a ritual, so,
back we went next day to rectify the situation.

All photos enlarge so that you can see the cute and cuddly (looking)
creature.

After a prolonged search in dark places, we ran this little fellow to
earth behind the sofa.

This time, apart from having thrown books about everywhere,

all the ornaments were off the window sill, he'd peed on the books

and pooped on the french polish of book cases and the rest of the

furniture. Although the dining table will never be the same again,

I was happy to see that he had eaten the bunch of tiny rosebuds

I had in a vase on it. There were stalks strewn across the

embroidered cloth but all the flowers and leaves were all eaten up.

Hmm, the water had soaked the french polish ...whoops...

Here is yours truly holding up the prize exhibit. It was only a poor

baby so I was glad he had found a feed and something to drink.

I apologise for maligning the previous possum by my reference to

'he', it was obviously a mama possum, more power to you little

possum!

Here is the little one hightailing it past the sage to freedom.

It is a wonder I got this shot since he was going faster than a

flying bullet!

Here is a handful of possum fur that came away when I was

catching the first one. Shock also makes for tender wool in
sheep as well as obviously possums. I suspect it to be an

escape mechanism to give them a head start in running away

while the big bad wolf is left spitting a mouthful of fleece.

The fur is incredibly fine and soft, almost like angora and

historically was used for making felt hats.

I do hope you enjoyed my latest adventure.

Thanks to Michelle of Rambling Woods we have this infornative

meme about nature. Click on the Logo to see more.

MY WORLD ~ 16 A Trip to Queensland, 1st. Day

Dawn in last year's autumn garden looking down to
our daughtr's house.




After a long day's driving, we cross from South
Australia into New South Wales and get to
Wentworth on the Darling river after dark and are
accosted by a Brushtail Possum looking for handouts.
Befor I saw the sign not to feed the animals, I had
already slipped him a piece of banana.



Overnighting in a cabin in the caravan pk. I wake
to waterfowl in the early morning light.



A smug Black Duck reflecting

Male Mallard with Wood Duck behind him

This one has the look of a Pygmy Goose but

colour and location do not quite match.

A large domestic duck nesting in a root hollow

A Dusky Moorhen, the bane of ducklings, sailing
on some duckweed.

Male Wood Duck basking in the gold reflection

from a moored boat

And a Duckling glad to have escaped the

beak of the Moorhens ,

Next week, onward to the Warrumbungles.
To check out the rest of the world, klickthe Logo.

My gratitude to Klaus and the MY WORLD team
for giving us the opportunity to show our corner.