Oaak, I tried setting up an electric fan so it would blow across and just into the doorway of the possum house.
She didn't appreciate the gesture quite as much as I thought she would... ha ha.
So, back to the drawing board... ha ha.
The little possum in question got up... eventually... and had a drink, and some more... and some more... ha ha.
Somebody's not used to the heat, ha ha.
They spent the entire afternoon lying in the entrance corridor, maybe they were staying cool, maybe they chose to stay there to upset the cockatoos... ha ha.
Every couple of hours the cockatoos kicked up a fuss - "Calamity!, Disaster!, Another word that works well in conjunction with those words!".
Silly, silly birds...
The little one,eventually, sat up with it's back to the birds, heading for the darker recesses of the house...
"A reason to shout! A reason to shout! I don't even know what I'm shouting about but I'm shouting and that's what matters!".
Did I say Silly, silly birds, already...? Ha ha.
Some days I feel like I'm a spectator watching some kind of live theatre, with no real idea of what's going on.
But I suppose I could say that about life, in general, ha ha.
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