Lunch was over, and I’d checked my e-mail accounts and dropped a few more EC cards on friends. It was time to walk down to the mailbox. It’s a tenth of a mile walk, so I usually take the camera in case something interesting should present itself.

The daffodils in the formal garden were nearly past their prime and the tulips are coming into their glory. And there are the eyes of a predator, and they are fixed on me. Nothing for me to fear — it’s only Pepe playing peek from behind the flowers. Well it may be nothing for me to fear, but evidence suggests that our boy has gotten a bird or two lately.

He’s only a bit over a year old, but he is a big boy and he is practicing his stealth technique. It is his nature and only to be expected. Besides, it’s fun to play games with him.

Now, he knows he’s busted. He may not be happy, but he won’t give up. Pepe has learned patience and stealth. I’d better get the mail now.

Tomorrow

On Thursday, the winner of the caption contest will be announced. It’s not to late to get in an entry.