This weekend while I was gardening, my son and sister-in-law came to tell me about a critter she found in the recycling bin. A juvenile possum somehow ended up among empty aluminum cans. Best guesses are that she fell from the oak tree above or from the nearby fence. However she ended up in the bin, she wasn’t happy with the attention she was getting.
After removing the cans and dropping in a saucer of water, we covered the container to help calm her. The original plan was to wait until evening, then turn the container on its side so that a) mom could come find her, or b) so that she could go find mom.