Mr. Possum was at the feeder last night, with all the attendant hoohah from spectator kitties. The difference was that last night he was not as tolerant of the human/feline observation, and decided to shuffle off. Where to? Where was this little fellow headed? How did he get into a fortress-fenced yard? In his escape, an opportunity! 

The answer: Mr. Possum lives in my yard! He’s made a home in the decorative boulders that turn a deeply sloped cut of land into a landscape feature–and now, apparently, into a wildlife habitat as well. Welcome, neighbor. Better there than in the garage!