They're Ba-ack...

As my mom predicted, the possums came back. Wednesday night at 10:30, I turned on the porch light. We hadn't left Tuley's bowl out, but there they were - having a drink from his water dish and eating the few morsels left on the patio.

I couldn't get a good picture. When I opened the door to try, they scurried off of course. Here's the best one:

I looked for them last night when we returned from Prairie Fire (formerly known as Foster Fall), but I didn't see them. Rob outdid himself this year. The fireworks were spectacular - especially the grand finale. With the falling ashes, it was like being in the fireworks. I didn't take any pictures - just enjoyed the show.