A while back I was watching TV at night with the back door open and heard this gut wrenching growl outside. Honestly it was like something you'd expect to hear in a horror movie. It continued so I shut the door and was too frightened to check it out. It happened again over the next few nights, always starting when it became fully dark. My imagination was all over the place.
About a week later, and feeling somewhat uneasy, I listened really carefully when the sun went down. Because I was so alert, I thought I heard this pitter patter on the roof about 5 - 10 minutes before the growling started. I got up the nerve to venture outside with a torch and despite the hair standing up on my neck, I shone it on the neighbours tree and it was a possum! I have kept track of it since then and learned that it travels along the power lines and over my roof some nights and parks itself in the tree. The really great thing is she has since had a baby who travels with Mum sometimes.
It's ironic that I have gone from frightened to endeared, all because of an amazing animal sound.
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