Look what I found in my tree this morning. I thought when I opened the back door he’d leap down and run away, but instead he just lurked there for a bit pretending to be invisible.
After a prolonged staring contest he decided to come down. Slowly and carefully.
I expect this is what lured him up there in the first place, although I’m pretty sure it’s empty and the birds have flown.
It didn’t look this high from the ground up. When he made the final leap, again I expected him to take off running (I’m pretty scary, bare feet in the wet grass, pointing and shooting). Maybe I’d make a great wildlife photographer since nothing seems to be afraid of me.
Strange back yard adventures are exhausting and require a time out and a lie down beside the tiger lilies to catch one’s breath and decide what’s next on the morning agenda. Or maybe he was just curious to see what the crazy lady was up to now. Nothing much, I went back in the house because my coffee was getting cold. My little back yard intruder got bored and wandered off too. But not before gazing longingly up into the tree again. Maybe he’s just casing the neighborhood for bird houses and feeders and the odd squirrel hangout. He’s in for a surprise if the magpies return. I’m sure they’ll make it quite clear who was here first.