|Gaspard Monge (Centifolia, Robert, 1854)|
I thought I knew all visitors to my small garden pretty well, so when I wrote my post on our extended family with fur and wings I was confident that the story was complete. It only goes to show how misguided such confidence can be :)
Our dinner the other night was interrupted by my son who was standing by the French doors to the back yard and screaming "rat! Rat" RAT!". Oh, well, rats are not that uncommon in suburban developments after all. However, my son's excitement continued, so presumably the rat didn't just dart across the yard. A sick rat?? I came to investigate, and discovered a baby opossum, not terribly scared, and not particularly trying to get away. It found a nice cozy spot among my rose pots.
Who knew that my pot ghetto would become a wildlife refuge?
Despite my son's loud enthusiasm, it stayed for a while, but was gone the next morning. Cute, isn't it?