We had been away for a few days. Walking down the side path, checking the garden, there lying on the ground was a ring-tailed possum (Pseudocheirus peregrinus), as if asleep, though dead. It made me twinge.Why? There were marks in its fur. Claw marks? Bite marks? From a cat?I couldn’t leave it there so tried… Continue reading Why?
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