Bang! Bang! Bang!
A few nights ago, I heard a big racket on the back porch and, thinking that it was surely a bear, grabbed my camera and turned on the outdoor light.
Only a possum, investigating the interior of the smoker. He was singularly untroubled by the light and the flash of the camera.
The first two pictures are through the glass of the window but when he'd finally had enough of the paparazzi and and began to trundle off, I opened the door and captured a reproachful parting glance.