The very heavy mother possum was sitting on the table last night, equally broad no matter which side you look at her from... ha ha.

She was more or less facing the window and I could see the large dark area on her belly...

I wasn't sure if a breeze had caught a branch, but I thought I saw a shadow move against her cream fur...

Then it moved again...

At that distance I'm not sure if it was an arm or a leg, but somebody "waved", ha ha.

There's only so much not so little anymore possum that you can fit into a pouch... ha ha.

🙂