We waited with great excitement to see the Super moon rise in the east of our backyard. I was expecting something more spectacular, it was certainly bright, but not as large as I was hoping for. However as I stood outside in 1.5 degrees Celsius air, very chilly I must say, I managed to snap a photograph of someone I’ve been trying to get for a long time. Mr or Mrs Brush-tail possum. This very aptly named possum is about the size of a cat and makes all sorts of scary noises such as grunting and gargling, it lives off leaves, flowers, fruits, seeds, bird’s eggs and young birds. They particularly like the apple tree leaves and drive Ruby crazy as she patrols the garden.
They are not my favourite possums as they tend to break my plants and thump up and down on the roof all night. I prefer the smaller vegetarian Ring-tail possum. Still, it’s nice to see them as they are one of the few native animals that successfully share suburbia with us.
Sometimes they even like to move in to people’s houses. One summer night I could hear someone breaking in to our bedroom through the half opened window. I snapped on the light in terror and flung back the blind to see a possum half in and half out. My husband manfully held the blind against the window to keep the possum there, whilst I ran for rubber washing up gloves and a bucket to catch it in, which were not appreciated by my husband as suitable catching tools. Luckily the possum, removed himself and we closed the window; firmly.