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,ย so it was not him.
No.ย It was in the woodpile.
Where I found the visitor hiding.
E.T.
How he got there I will never know.ย 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. . . .
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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. ๐