Heading towards the garage before first-light this morning, I spotted something dark and squat on the back lawn. My eyes strained through the gloom, but I couldn’t make out any details. My initial thought was bloody cat, but it was a bit too big for a cat. A badger, perhaps? If only!
I edged closer. I still couldn’t make it out. It wasn’t moving. It must have seen me.
And then the security light came on.
I found myself face-to-face with an errant snow-shovelful of leaves from yesterday’s leaf-flinging escapade.
