A banicoot

So there I was, going to lock up the chooks for the night. As I walked through the door to check for eggs, a brown shape darted back and forth across the floor. Turns out it was this guy (the small furry one):

I've seen two bandicoots here in the last year, but never been able to get this close. He sat in my arm, without moving, for the ten minutes it took to carry him to the house to show Mel and my parents, then return him to the paddock where he made his way back into the darkness.