You know perhaps I was a bit too hasty...
Today the Grumpy has become the Serene.
Was it my offerings that soothed his brow?
Did he simply want some time in the spotlight?
Perhaps Ernest simply was taken by a bad spell of the rheumatic yesterday?
I still think his pockets carry treats. Yet I have noticed a lack of squirrels nearby.
He's a puzzle my new acquaintance.
Good day to you fine fellow!
Every weekday morning after I bundle the kidlet on to the bus I walk home through my local park. It's a tiny secluded space tucked conveniently a few doors away from our urban homestead.
And yet every day I find more mystical and magical denizens through my camera's lens.
This tough bugger I have walked past about a million times in the last 6 years. But only today did he feel like letting me see him.
Perhaps he's as sick of the snow as I have finally become. Which is no mean feat!
I think I'll call him Ernest. He has the gruff exterior of a steelman come off a double shift of pulling molten hell into rolls of shiny cash for The Man. But I like to think he gives caramels to the younger fae when other adults are not around.
I will listen closer this afternoon to see if he is growling to the squirrels to get off his lawn!
