Monday, November 9, 2009

Close supervision

On the way up from gathering eggs, I feel as though I'm being watched, in a sideways sort of way.

Like, look at me, I want to you but I'm pretending like I don't.

See? I'm way too cool for you.

But not really.

Will you come play?

I'm so cute and you know it.

I'm right here, even though I know you can't see me behind this fence.


But still cute.

And if you're not going to come play, at least let me at those eggs.

What a gorgeous time of year.

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