My partner and I have had debates about whether Frankie, the
Friendly Marsupial, is male or female. The last time we got a good
look at him was when he trapped himself in the cat trap--since
then, it has been only shadowy outlines. Late last night, I got a
really good look at him, and he has really grown. The bird
feeder that sits on the ground is where we put his food--I don't
think he could get inside of it--it is a covered one--that is why
we never see anything but his face. But last night he was eating
from the front; he is definitely far larger than the feeder, which is
a large feeder. He is taller than the feeder--and his fur has changed.
It was kind of shaggy--now it has evened out, and it is a lovely
shade of silver. It made me feel good to see him flourishing.
It's obvious that he is not the little scrawny possum we first
started feeding.
All for tonight.
Kate Thorn
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