Recently Savannah has discovered a nest of possums living on the other side of our fence.
Every evening she goes right to the fence and listens for the sounds of the possums waking up. One evening, when I heard her barking at the fence, I went out to see a little face peering over the top of the fence. At first I thought it was a rat, but soon realized it was a little baby possum.
(Sorry for the blurry pic; the camera doesn't focus in the dark.)
Apparently the babies are now big enough to go out foraging for food at night. Because this morning, Graham went out to water the plants and found this little guy hanging on to the polaris hose for dear life. There's no telling how long he had been there.
Thank goodness Savannah didn't notice him when she went out earlier. I shudder to think what she would have done to retrieve it. After taking the picture, Graham rescued the little fella with the leaf rake and dropped him back over the fence where his momma was waiting for him!
As Ma Ingalls always said, "All's well that ends well!"