Brush-tailed possum

Wildlife on the streets

I’m walking to Leichhardt along Crystal Street. There are two women in WIRES fluoro vests standing below a street tree. In the tree a possum is clinging. Broad daylight for a nocturnal animal must be frightening, perhaps terrifying. The women armed with a stick and banana are trying to coax the possum down. It will… Continue reading Wildlife on the streets

We are not alone

Every now and again in the middle of the night I hear the possum (Trichosurus vulpecula) crossing the roof above me. There is a thud as it jumps from the tree to the roof, then paw-thread, then silence again. My house is connected to no.38 neighbour’s house. There is a canary island palm on the… Continue reading We are not alone