Hmm...This calls for some really close sniffing.
And here's why. The towel had been part of a 'ringtail possum rescue'.
It all began when I noticed the ringtail walking across our backyard. A call to Wildlife Rescue evinced the information that the possum was most likely ill, or it wouldn't have been down at ground level in the daytime. Could I catch it? Well, I said I could, but it was rather traumatic for the poor creature by the time I'd clambered around water tanks and trees to get it. (Yep, it had retreated from ground level, but by this time we were determined to get it checked over at the local vet clinic, as per instructions from Wildlife Rescue.)
The vet thought the blood in the corner of the box came from a bitten tongue or lip, not from anything problematic, so they rang us to come and fetch the possum and return it into our own trees. They said it had become 'feisty' in the clinic, lol.
So, more clambering by me to get up high.
And off it went!
We've been out this evening for Penny's usual visit to inspect the local wildlife and she didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, so here's hoping the possum is fine and that it stays up high where it belongs. You know - up high where our fruit grows...
