Every few days, someone writes to ask if I still have a parade of cats, possums and raccoons coming to my back door every night. So here's a photo taken less than fifteen minutes ago. I'm told that a possum living in the city rarely has a life span of over eighteen months so this handsome fellow could be the great-great-great-great-grandson of the first critters I spotted out there nibbling on the cat food.
And now, I must get back to work. I have a lot of mouths to feed.