This little guy just popped out of nowhere. Rather... He was always there... I just popped out of nowhere.
As I've gotten older I have gotten more superstitious. I don't know why. I am allergic to whistling indoors, for example ("whistling up the wind" is one of those itonclad sailor taboos, plus I have a fondness for Russian culture and they do NOT whistle indoors). Seeing this mythical animal juxtaposed against such a pedestrian and suburban setting, bucolic though it may be- just makes me wonder- not think but wonder.