Returning home last night, I cut through the downstairs apartment to both say hi to everyone (family, dogs) and to avoid dealing with the outside stairs. Out of the corner of my eye, I noted that some kind person had turned on the outside lights. On my way up the inside stairs, I stopped in the entry way and turned off the outside lights.
This morning, I was focused on getting us out of the house and to George’s appointment on time. Miriam had gotten up to ride along (HOV Lane, here we come). As I started down the stairs, she sort of screeched.
This is what she saw looming up in the darkness.
And this is what he looks like in the light of day.
But he definitely needs a name, followed by a determination of exactly where in the flock he needs to stand.