A Regular Midnight Visitor

Getting used to unfamiliar noises in a new place at night can be unnerving at the best of times. In our case, the loud thumps, shuffling and rather disconcerting grunts caused a fair amount of concern (oh alright then, call it panic) until we caught sight of the perpetrator. Possum boy traverses our roof every night before making his way down the wooden fence towards the creek where he hops off, crosses the lawn and scales the gum tree to feast on the leaves and tear up the bark before making his way back along this route before sunrise. It turns out he's a neighbour, having taken up residence in an abandoned shed next door a few years ago.