Yey! Not seen one as perfect as this since the Queen Charlotte track at the top of South Island. He’s gotta cheeky smile on him, half tempted to draw his eyes in ;) Sometimes you see toadstools gnawed away on top. All I can imagine is there must be some seriously swirly-eyed possums dancin’ ’bout the forest on a Friday night. No wonder they make those bloody crazy cackling noises!