I'm amazed that the possums can sleep cwched together in the macadamia tree, but they do. They manage to keep going even when the Lewin's honeyeaters and the white-browed scrubwrens yell at them. They stir slightly when I take a photograph, but that's it.
At night, they're refreshed enough to run full pelt across the roof. It might be because the corrugated iron is hot on their feet, but I suspect it's sheer devilment. One possum galloping on a metal roof sounds like a horse. Two of them sounds like the Melbourne Cup.
|This possum has two tails|
|This possum has no tail|
Apologies for the graininess of the photos. I didn't want to use flash and it's quite dark under the canopy of the macadamia tree.