for a little wildlife.
I was sitting outside with a cup of tea and a new knitting book yesterday morning in the brand new still-a-novelty Spring sunshine (no work as i had an afternoon of medical appointments lined up for Son#2 who is having surgery next week) when i heard a loud rustling a few feet away, halfway up the steps. Closer inspection revealed this little fellow pretending to be invisible.
I sat still on the steps and after a while he poked his snout out for a brief moment. Small excitements!
An hour or so later as we left the house he was still there but had dug into the earth and covered himself almost completely with dirt and leaves. When we came home that afternoon the only evidence of his visit was an echidna-sized hole by the steps, which cleared up the mystery of who is responsible for the similarly sized holes we regularly see dotted about the garden.
Next up, either knitting news, The Cloisters, or Part I of Barns of Idaho: an occasional series. I'm undecided.