Achy, but alive

I feel a little bit better today. At least I wasn't ready to lay down and die.
Some random pics...because it's not like I was capable of birding or anything:

This neighborhood robin needs a tan...a bit on the pale side, don'tcha think?

A frittilary, or an emperor...oh Hell with it. It's a butterfly.

A Question Mark...see the mark?

The most perfect little BLUE bug, resting on my marigolds.

A lot of this is growing in the yard. And it's not so much that we need to mow the grass, but mow the WEEDS.

And now, for a touch of absolute cuteness:

A baby possum.
When I first saw it, I thought one of the girls had dropped a stuffed animal in the yard, then it moved. Is that not the most precious thing you have ever seen?
We have adult possums that come out at night to clean up all the spilled seeds under the feeder, but this is the first time we have seen young. I walked outside to get a better picture, and he/she toddled off a lot faster than I thought it could. I wondered if it was old enough to do that "fall over and die" routine.
If it's eating solid food, I guess it's old enough to be out on it's own, but I worry...
Geoff said it came back later, and there are plenty of food items out there for it. Grapes, peanuts, seeds, pesticide-free grubs and worms, so it's offspring needn't worry about having three eyes or horns.