Today we found a baby, baby, baby brush-tailed possum. So wee. So cute. So darn soft. So I called WIRES to find out what to do with this wee one we found in the bouganvillea. He looked more like a tiny kangaroo than a possum. Sweeeeet! And the smalls were totally into him. They luuuuurved him.
I dropped him off to a local vet, and they'll feed him, and organise a carer - he needs feeding four-hourly - just like a newborn. Phew! We're just getting over that, so I won't be raising my hand for night duty, that's for shizzle.
More interesting reading here:
- why dirt's good (heck, I'll just keep putting off cleaning the floors in the interests of a healthy family)
- a new, difficult movie on its way (I couldn't think of another category other than 'difficult')
- and I've just picked up this book after a good friend recommended it. Have you read it?