Somebody didn't want to go back in the pouch, before breakfast, so Takeaway went through a series of stretches and crunches after she exited the possum house.
Poor girl, I don't know how she does it - I said it was like watching someone try to put a fridge into a handbag.
We had a bit of a chuckle about that while she had breakfast, awkwardly.
She was very patient getting the little one all the way into the pouch, well, more or less all the way, that little tail insisted on staying out, and wriggling around like a hairy worm with a mind of it's own.
I'm guessing that the little one might be out as soon as tomorrow.
Of course, that's a guess.
I'm working to a possum's schedule, here. It'll happen when she's ready, ha ha.
It almost slipped my mind, there was a little girl possum with a fairly bulgy pouch here last night.
It could be one of a number of possums who pass through these parts, but wouldn't it be great if it was one of Takeaway's daughters?
Well, you know, on a soft and fluffy level it's kind of cute, but one has to keep in mind population pressure on an environment.
They won't stay local. Ugly realism raises it's equally ugly head.
But other wise, Aww! It's so cute.
See? I can be all marshmallowy, and coldly realistic, at the same time, ha ha.
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