The boy possum who's visiting, at the moment, likes to sleep "under the stars", in the palm tree, like the true outdoorsman that he is, ha ha...
But not this morning... It was cold enough for him to seek the shelter of one of the spare possum houses, ha ha...
Cold is the word... Punctuated, apparently, this coming Thursday, by some rain, and then it'll be back to the tedious business of playing "Is that, or is that not a chilblain?", again, ha ha...
It feels like it's fur lined sarong time...
🙂
