First real frost this morning. It was -3.3 C in our backyard.
On Friday, October 18 we were walking home from dinner at Groundswell, a neighborhood restaurant. As we were walking past the west side of our house, Lynn pointed at a ghostly face in the shrubbery, asking "What is that?"
It was a good-sized opossum. I tried to take some pictures and even though I saw the critter frozen on my cell phone screen, it did not save. Oh well. Very fun, though! Side effect of global warming that warm-weather beasties are moving north? What's next, armadillos?
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