I was working in the front yard, doing that general spring clean up stuff of raking remnant leaves, pulling dead daylily stalks, and cutting down our ornamental grasses, when I heard the cry.
It was our neighbor friend.
And he was yelling that I’d sure want my camera for “this.”
He was right.
What cracks me up is the nonchalantly walking “other boys,” aka my children, who act like this is the most normal thing in the world. I guess it is.
And I wonder if I should see if our little friend is still out there?