Musings on cats, travel, gardens and life
While strolling in my garden this fine day I came across an unexpected visitor..

It wasn’t this squirrel storing up supplies for the coming winter…

And it wasn’t this pair of kinglets who stopped by for a drink and bath.

It wasn’t Tiger who drank the flavored water after they left..

Nor this spider who made a home in the rosemary..

The turtle stands daily, stone cold on the stream’s edge, so it was not him.

No. It was in the woodpile.
Where I found the visitor hiding.

E.T.
How he got there I will never know. But I shall let him stay.
You probably don’t want him using your cell phone to phone home; the roaming charges could be considerable. . . .
π π
We have a wood store. I will have to check it more carefully in future.
Best wishes, Pete.
Hi Pete. Good idea.. You never know what (or who) you may find in the wood store. π