We have a new visitor to our bird feeder. Michael calls him Opey (O-Possum, get it?). I call him creepy!
A few nights ago, I looked on the deck and let out a scream! Mr. Opossum was dining on some leftover bread, saw me (or heard my scream), and squeezed himself into one of our old feeders. He stayed there for hours. Was he comfy or scared or bored or sleeping? I do not know.
He only has half of his tail. I am not sure where the other half went.
Michael was amused. I was not. Who knows what else will show up for midnight snacks at the bird feeders?
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