It was big and it must have been a female: during the spring, mama possums are out during daylight hours looking for extra food. They’re not rabid. They’re hungry. I’m just glad that with all the future fruit on my trees (not to mention the ripening oranges) that she decided my yard would not provide.
Man that one had a thick jaw. And belly.
I went and put my phone back.
Maybe. Looking them up, it turns out that for an animal that big they still only live two years on average. I’m guessing their play dead defense can be very helpful to the right predators.
Again I ran for the phone. Again it slipped just beyond clear sight as I raised the camera.
We’d created ourselves a little game, hadn’t we.
Brown/gray vague blobs blending into the trees in the distance through multiple panes of glass. I managed to find them in the photos.
Which will be added when the computer quits playing possum with them. So you get mango flowers instead.