I had the window open because it was a bit warm...
I could hear what sounded like someone enjoying, savouring, indeed, a packet of potato chips...
Crunch... crunch... brief pause... crunch... crunch...
Followed by a longer pause...
And then, there it was again... Crunch... crunch... brief pause... crunch... crunch...
Just out the back...
I had to look...
The possums were walking on dry leaves... ha ha.
Crunch... crunch... that's the front feet... then there's a short pause and crunch... crunch... that's the back feet... ha ha.
It might be my small hours of the morning, but it's their middle of the day, so of course they're moving around... ha ha.
And how do I know there was a "They"? ha ha.
I heard one set of feet in the leaves... then I heard another set of feet in the leaves... then shortly after that I heard a very loud, deliberate, thump on the roof and an indignant "Eep!" followed by the sound of little feet running... ha ha.
There's a panel up on the pergola roof that's never sat quite flat, so it creaks like old floorboards... ha ha.
It must be that the panel is at one of those pivotal points where you could go left, you could go right, you could go forward or back, or it could just be that possums enjoy making the creaking noise, so they sit on the panel and move from side to side, ha ha.
Either way, the creaking alerted me to "a presence"... ha ha.
A presence who made their way down to the big table and very noisily lapped up the creamed corn.
I've heard cats lapping up milk, but that's nothing on a possum...
In here defence she didn't have her elbows on the table, so I couldn't really tell her off for her terrible table manners... ha ha.
And a brief reminder to the cockatoos... if I say "Fingers", that's a warning that you're getting too close to them, rather than an invitation to get too close to them... ha ha.
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