Possum lair found!

Remember the possum we wrote about a week or so ago, who stealthily moved through the tea trees alongside the pool at dusk? Well, my love and I had been wondering for weeks where it lived. We thought it might live in the old camphor laurel. When Red rocked up today to do some work on The Bails, we had to have a peek in the attic and, lo and behold, there Mr or Mrs possum was, curled up under the eaves. We´re still sort of confused as to what route it takes at night, because it always ends up on the roof of the deck and waddles across the roof of the house to go into the Moreton Bay fig for a nocturnal feed. Niki also went up the ladder to have a look and took this cure photograph.