Resident Fauna Dossier
Sir Percy
Virginia Opossum (Didelphis virginiana)
Chief Ground Sanitation & Tick Patrol
North America's only native marsupial and The Observatory's most decorated environmental ally. Solitary and methodical, Sir Percy conducts meticulous ground patrols across the patio doormat and garden pavers. Highly beneficial: completely immune to snake venom and consumes up to 5,000 pest ticks per season.
Polaroid of the Week
WEEK OF OCT 11
Earlier Polaroids (3)
Close-ups of Sir Percy
6 VERIFIED VISITSRecent 48-Hour Video Feed (6 Verified Clips)
ONE CLIP PER VISIT
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Verified Photographic Stills & Snapshots
6 CAPTURED PASSES
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| Active Rhythm: | Nocturnal (03:45 AM – 04:50 AM) |
| Threat Assessment: | Beneficial Native Marsupial (Non-Aggressive) |
| Ecological Function: | High-efficiency tick and pest eradicator; completely non-aggressive. |
PERSONALITY PROFILE
An English curmudgeon -- polite, sophisticated, perpetually grumpy, always rushing off to 'important business' with a dignitary, banker, or lawyer.
More about them
Plays every scene like a put-upon gentleman with somewhere more important to be. Secretly, unconditionally fond of the raccoon family -- always kind to Mama specifically, no matter what anyone else says about them.
- Barnaby the Skunk: frenemies. A running rivalry of trying to out-business, out-scoop, and out-deal each other -- competitive but not actually hostile.
- Mama Bandit: a genuine soft spot, kept quiet in front of the other animals.
- Barnaby the Skunk: 4 of the last 30 days
- Mama Bandit & Kits: 4 of the last 30 days
- The Neighborhood Cats: 2 of the last 30 days
IN THEIR OWN WORDS
Oh, it was a long night, I tell you. The warm, overcast sky and the Waning Gibbous moon were a fitting backdrop for my endless rounds of important business in the yard. I dashed from right to left near the brick wall at 7:53 PM, eager to be off to my next engagement. Later, at 11:39 PM, I crossed from left to right, passing the potted plants and hanging lights. I even exchanged a brief, competitive nod with Barnaby the Skunk, who was also present, maintaining our frenemy dynamic without any hostility. In the wee hours, between 1:05 AM and 1:38 AM, I traversed the gravel and grass, pausing only to catch my breath or adjust my dignity, always heading toward my next appointment. Finally, with a final, dignified exit, I bid the yard adieu, for it is but a transit point for a gentleman with a packed schedule.
The 11:39 PM jaunt across the yard was a rather pleasant one, I must admit. The hanging lights cast an agreeable glow, and the potted plants added a touch of sophistication to the atmosphere. Alas, important business called, and I had to be on my way.
The evening's affairs began with a brisk jaunt across the yard, my mind already set on the important matters that required my attention. As fate would have it, I crossed paths with Barnaby the Skunk, who seemed equally intent on his own business.
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Ah, what a night it was! The Waning Gibbous moon cast a fitting light over my late-night errands, the mild, cloudy air a perfect accompaniment for a gentleman's important business. My first foray into the yard came just after ten, moving with purpose across the grass near the structure, the very picture of dignity in my endeavors. Even a brief, polite crossing of paths with Barnaby the Skunk, who arrived mere moments before, could not ruffle my feathers. Our little rivalry is all in good fun, you know. As the night wore on, I found myself wandering to the backyard and yard once more, pausing near the poolside to inspect the grounds, when suddenly, I felt the first drops of rain beginning to fall around three.
Ah, the 3:22 AM visit to the yard, how could I forget? A brisk walk, if I do say so myself, with purpose and direction. The night air was crisp, the moonlight a nuisance as always. But no time to linger, I'm afraid. Important business awaited, as it always does for a gentleman of my standing.
The rain, that accursed deluge, had the audacity to fall upon me during my 3:22 AM constitutional. A most unpleasant sensation, I must say. The drops pelted my fur like tiny, icy needles, each one a stinging reminder of the night's indignities. But even the rain could not deter me from my appointed rounds.
Ah, the Hunter's Moon, that insufferable busybody, casting its infernal glow upon my every move. As if the night were some grand stage and I an unwitting performer in its relentless spotlight. Pish posh! But I digress. My evening began with a leisurely stroll through the yard, a slow and measured pace, as befits a gentleman of my standing. The wall and bush provided a modicum of respite from that wretched moon's prying eye, but alas, even there, one could not escape its glare. I paused, as one does, to sniff at the air and assess my surroundings. Not that I had any intention of lingering, mind you. I had far more important matters to attend to.
Must dash, I'm afraid. Just a quick word about my little sojourn at 6:01 AM. Found myself at the backyard pool's edge, engaged in a bit of early morning contemplation. The still waters reflected the moonlight, casting an eerie glow upon the scene.
Must you really disturb me at this ungodly hour? Very well, if you insist upon recording my every move, let it be known that I, Sir Percy, did grace your wretched yard with my presence last evening.
