Possum house doorways are built with one possum in mind, not one and a quarter possums...
Mother possum has got into the habit, when she gets up in the evening, of walking from whichever house she was sleeping in, across the garden, to the largest of the possum houses on the other side of the garden.
There, she tends to her young one who has spent the last three months in her pouch.
Why she won't sleep in that house is beyond me, but I'm sure she has her reasons...
But that aside...
Mother prefers to sleep in the smaller houses, which means that upon exit, the little baby possum has no time to find it's bearings, let alone clamber onto it's mother's back, or seek shelter in her pouch as she determinedly sets off for the other house...
Cue the comical spectacle of a baby possum clinging doggedly to the side of mum's thigh, or in more recent times, mum's tail...
It's not the most comfortable way of getting around, but it does work. ha ha...
If I imagine the garden to be a lush and verdant house, and the possum houses to be rooms within, then she has two bedrooms, a spare room that she never uses and a... um... Day room? would that be an adequate description? ha ha...
It's the room that she goes to in order to prepare the young one, and herself, for the day ahead.
She has her morning routine well planned, with the exception, perhaps, of the ten or fifteen seconds that it takes her to traverse the garden with her young one quite literally in tow... ha ha...
In a fortnight, or so, none of this will matter, as the young possum will be able to get around under it's own steam, but for these two to three weeks, every evening I'm treated to the comical sight of a young possum clinging to mum for all it's worth, while mum quite unabashedly goes about following her "routine", ha ha....
She has her house, with many rooms, and hopefully as the days grow warmer, and conditions become just a little too cramped in the smaller houses, with both her and the youngster in residence, they'll move to the larger of the houses...
Or not... it all comes down to that most unfathomable of things - possum logic, ha ha...
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