Yesterday, I was confronted by a pungent odour on entering my studio. I knew within the roof housed possums from time to time, but the smell was more than that of droppings or urine. Behind my reading chair is a hole in the wall where I had placed some masonite when I first moved in. Faint scratching sounds could be heard from behind the board, and once removed, a baby possum clung to a dead mother beginning to decay. How this baby survived for days without its mother is beyond me. Charles, from WIRES came with cages and placed the baby into a sack and disposed of the mother, not before checking its pouch for further babies.
I hope baby survives & thrives.
