Picture a child, somewhere between six and eleven years old...

They're in the car, perched right at the front of the driver's seat...

With one hand either side of the steering wheel, they're peering through the gap between the wheel and the top of the dash...

"Why can't I drive the car?" they say, "I can see the road..."... ha ha.

Luggage, the possum, who isn't such a little girl anymore is exploring the boundaries of what it's like to nearly be a "grown up"...

Yesterday she put her "independence" to the test...

Her Mum slept in the house at one end of the pergola, and she slept in the house at the other end...

That's a very grown up and independent thing to do... ha ha.

She'll probably be here for a few more weeks before "Out there" seems more interesting than "here", and off she'll go...

And poor Mother possum will be left here, all on her own...

With no one to hear her heave a sigh of relief and say "Well, that's one less thing I have to worry about..."... ha ha.

🙂