I have a place out in the windbreak, sheltered from the wind, that I dump scraps. One evening, about dusk, I went out with some tasty potato peelings and saw a pair of eyes looking at me a few branches up in the pine tree. Honestly, it spooked me.
Obviously, Mr. Possum is getting more bold. Dan spotted him this afternoon feasting on orange peels, a cabbage core and maybe a little bird seed for dessert.