This little Brushtail is getting about alone a lot now, but Mother Acacia is always somewhere about. It’s just that Acacia has better-developed ninja skills.
Last night, Daddy and I saw a pole dance show. There was Top Possum…… and Lower Possum, who jumped onto the pole, spun a little, and leapt off again.
On his/her own tonight, Canteloupe chooses to hide in a small tree.
Later in the night, I did some Human Tracking!
One of the Transport Place workers came through our route about ten minutes ahead, and I got very excited when I smelt him. Daddy and I had to run and follow his scent trail immediately.
Acacia Possum and her new baby, Cantaloupe.
Kauri Possum and an exit by pole:
Daddy couldn’t get a good shot, but the sight of two boy hares, backlit by the huge floodlights of the Transport Facility, all reared up and boxing like they were silly hu-mans on a TV sport broadcast, was truly amazing.
Then there was Antonio Bandicoot. He has a tail, unlike Mister Bare-Bum.
Antonio’s territory seems to be further uphill on the South Best Hare pathway: Bare-Bum stays downhill and crosses on to the railway.
Daddy did an extra-special FAST run with me this morning. He is still going “Ouch” on occasions, but I did so enjoy my agility gallop!
Down near the creek, in Cheeky Rabbit Yard, we saw Kauri Possum up a Silky Oak tree.
First, Acacia Possum was waiting, just up the street from home.
Most of the walk was photographically unremarkable (Daddy didn’t shoot hares, or Mr Bare-Bum Bandicoot), but I’m glad somebody mowed the weeds at the spot where I jump up for my Embankment Run.
And it seems everybody wants to get in on the act! As we came home, not far from the pole where Acacia had been, Banana was ready to ascend.
Daddy says it was a bad night for photography. Humidity was just topping 100 per cent, so all these big water droplets were floating on the air, making it look like the camera was under a cloud of dandruff.
Acacia Possum was waiting, but not keen to be noticed.
Hares just near the Transport Facility were not well-camouflaged for once.
There were other hares, including one at mid-point, but the photos weren’t up to much.
Daddy stopped, on the outward trip, to bend back the weeds from the blocks where I like to jump up on the embankment. I haven’t done it for a few nights.
Walking up behind Best Hare Paddock, we saw Mr Bare-Bum Bandicoot, but he was fast, and got into the long grass before Daddy had the camera out.
After a couple of hares, we met another bandicoot, who was calm enough to let us get relatively close.
Here’s a shot from a few paces nearer…
And that weed-bending paid off for Daddy and me: we ran the embankment!
We left at 3AM. Apart from the usual hares, we saw brushtail possums a few times, and we encountered Mister Bare-Bum Bandicoot on the trail south of Best Hare Paddock.
The pair of large hunting doggies, running loose in the dark, were a nuisance for the whole Second High Point section. Daddy picked up a large piece of dead tree in case we needed defending.
I did my usual Face The Threat thing. With the flash from Daddy’s camera as an added deterrent, we eventually got rid of them.
There may be other photos added later. Just for now, here’s one of the Creek Possums, posing under a tree.
EDIT: Also this…
First, we met Acacia, ready by her power-pole.
She left, demonstrating why Brushtail Possums have that name.
Turning the corner, we met another little cutie.
And yet another was climbing a tree, a few yards further downhill.
We also met Mr Bare-Bum Bandicoot, who proved, yet again, impossible to photograph clearly.
We’ve had a few hot days, and tonight was still rather warm, so I d1dn’t do the Embankment + Agility thing. Daddy looked wrecked enough as it was.
We went home, where I had a long burst of Yard Zoomies (saved up from yesterday), a wash, some Nice Things, and a long sleep with my head on Daddy’s shoulder.
Because I am a kindly Dogg, I only slept across the middle two-thirds of the pillow area.
If you go out
With Dad and me,
It’s likely that
A Poss will see,
A nearby tree.
And later, in
A comfy fork,
The Brushtails gather,
And they talk
About what we did
On our walk…
“She startled me
And scared some hares!”
“I saw her jump
The concrete stairs!”
“That torch of his –
It really glares!”
The meeting stops.
The possums jump
In some leafy clump:
“Look out! It’s Dad