Very late, was watching the end of My Fair Lady on TV and it was time to let our dogs out for their final loo break before bed. I’m out there encouraging them to “go” and hear movement in the trees, then a great THUD, then the sound of possums squawking.
It’s very dark but Kelsie dashes out and returns with a baby possum in her mouth. I thought the poor little thing was dead at first, it wasn’t moving.
Its bright eyes wide were wide open and I’m trying to find a pulse on its warm little body. Suddenly the little fellow moved and I was so relieved, but I fear he’s in pretty bad shape – not sure how far he fell.
So now he’s sleeping in a covered box in the little room under our stairs, wrapped warmly in towels. I hope he makes it through the night
Poor thing didn’t make it, H buried it this morning. I guess the injuries were too severe.