Spotted this morning in our backyard. A possum, about the size of a medium housecat, bearing on her back at least 9 babies, each the size of a large mouse. Something about the way the tail looks makes this animal slightly revolting to me. But the way she cared for her children, and the way she limped, and the way she was clearly looking for a shelter from the driving rain, and the fact that I was holding my own small child in my arms, made me feel emotional. This has been one of the side effects of fatherhood. I'm not as robotic as I one was.​