I heard Dame Edna Everage's catch-phrase many times - "Hello Possums!"
A couple of weeks ago we spent ten days in the Western district of Victoria, at Lake Fyans, in the Grampians National Park. The first night we were there, we were sitting on the cabin verandah when suddenly, down scampered a little possum. It ran along the railing and sniffed at our table. I didn't have an apple but ran in and brought out a few slices of grain bread. It immediately latched on to my hand and started nibbling and I snapped it with my other hand!
The Common Brushtail Possum (Trichosurus vulpecula, from the Greek for "furry tailed"
and the Latin for "little fox", also known as Phalangista vulpina),
is a nocturnal, semi-arboreal marsupial of the family Phalangeridae;
it is native to Australia and the largest of the possums.
Source: Wikipedia
The next night we had a barbecue at our friends' camp
and were delighted with the company of two more mates.
And, so it went on every night we were there!
They rummaged in our Esky, trying to open the bag of dirty plates!
After a tummy full of scraps and apple, they retired for the night
and we were left alone
to enjoy our portable camp fire.
