Several weeks ago I was sewing downstairs late one evening when J. appeared on the staircase beckoning--and at the same time shushing me.
"Come see what's on the porch," he whispered.
It was an opposum, calmly eating kibble from the cat's dish.
Although I tried to take a photo, all I produced was a streaky glare through the [dirty] glass door. When I cautiously opened the door the possum toddled away.
The possum who dined here on Saturday evening was more obliging.
Sadie and Sally skittered about the carport, not at all dismayed by the possom's presence.
I suspect that one or more of them have been regular visitors.
J. creaked the door open an inch at a time and I managed to reach through and point the camera.
Not spectacular photos but they serve to record the event.