A restful morning after a busy night guarding. Lynettea is unaware of my efforts and she wonders why I get tired.
Possums going for the quinces, clattering on the roof, it was stressful.
All she can say is, ‘Stay inside and don’t fight possums or you will be torn to pieces.’
As if I can fight them. I can’t get out.
Even when I sleep, I stay alert.
