Some people have all the luck, don’t they?
I can’t imagine why this fellow chose our forsythia bush as his domicile but there he is, come out for a bit of lunch.
Sometimes he takes a post-prandial stroll down to the tool shed, but he seems to have a spot somewhere under all those blossoms when night falls.
He told us to say “Happy Easter” to everyone. And be sure to send carrots.
[Hippity hop. That’s all.]