this was the first baby of our ‘adopted’ Brushtail Possum we called Harley. We found her (Harley) in our birdhouse, she was small enough to fit into your hand and was obviously orphaned. I became very fond of Spike, but found out that the mother drives the daughters away at about 7 months of age to establish their own patch, while the male offspring just roam at will, so in the ‘natural order of things’, our dear little Spike was driven away. I hope she found a good spot, as she was a real sweetie. I haven’t got as close to the others since her, and the novelty has waned a bit: I think we’re up to baby number 8 now.