Zoo, sorry, Miss Independence... is sitting on the big table when "something" attracts her attention, up on the fence....
Up the ramp she goes, to investigate...
After a couple of sharp squeaks, everything goes quiet...
My guess is that it was a bigger possum, ha ha.
During the lull in proceedings, the smaller of the boy possums makes his way onto the big table...
He stops and sniffs, listens, looks around.... He can feel it in his waters, ha ha, there's someone out there...
Sure enough, there is...
Zoo climbs up the side of the table...
How did you get onto the ground, Zoo? Oh that's right, you wandered up to the fence to see who was there... and there was someone there... next stop... the ground... ha ha.
Confronted by the sight of a head peering over the edge of the table, the young boy thought that running away might be the better part of valour... So he did... ha ha.
Zoo, now on the table, selected a piece of bread not much smaller than her head, and proceeded to climb the tree next to the table...
She found herself a spot, a nice distance up, where she wouldn't be disturbed...
Or so she thought...
Blood hounds and concerned Mothers share the trait of being able to sniff out and follow even the faintest of scents...
Which is a way of introducing Takeaway to the mix... ha ha.
Takeaway stood on the bridge below Zoo, front paws pressed against the tree, looking up at her, and Zoo thanked her for her concern with an audible barrage... "Mum! Go Away! I'm being independent!!" ha ha.
Poor Takeaway - "I'm only trying to be a concerned Mum...".... turned and walked away... Awww... ha ha.
Takeaway... Imagine having a whole possum house to yourself to sleep in...
Imagine having breakfast to yourself, without someone having to share everything you're eating...
Imagine being able to chase after an intruder, without having to worry about where the little one is...
"I can imagine that", she says, "But I'll still miss her"....
🙂
