I always have an eye out for something, and living here you run into a lot more wildlife than I did when I lived up in Philadelphia.
The little park near the house, M.E. DePalma Park, is a nature preserve. In the middle of it all is a giant copper butterfly that gives you a view down to the corner.
The butterfly is a chair for two, or more if you are particularly friendly, and it gives you a place to perch and watch the world go by. Or let the world watch you. It is a fairly quiet place, teeming with wildlife. Flocks of Butterflies. Squadrons of Dragonflies. The occasional feral Duck.
This one was the size of my finger and decided it wanted to watch me as much as I wanted to watch him.
As we tried to leave the little park, the little creature kept a wary eye on us. It seemed to hover there, changing positions as we did, beginning to walk down the garden path to go on our way.
It's all a part of the routine here. Stepping over the Cashews from the tree, trying not to step on a little lizard, dodging puddles. You have a dog, you have to walk, three times a day. Sometimes you get to visit with wildlife, if they let you.
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