Little Man…
Did you ever ask your mom or dad what made that sound, that some kind of something that went “bump” in the night when all the lights were out and everyone was supposed to be in bed? I think I might have found him…lurking ‘neath the bushes alongside a vintage motorcycle that was parked in the front-yard of an old farmhouse…way out in the country where the hants live and walk about on moonlit nights….
It was day-time and I was just passing-by, so who can say where he was headed…who can offer where he might be tip-toeing tonight…?
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haha…..he was born to be wild……
February 23, 2012 at 7:10 am
Seems like he was, Elisa. Thank you. 🙂
February 23, 2012 at 8:09 am
Very interesting – almost mythical in a Celtic kind of way . . . oh the stories to be told. Great catch, Scott.
February 23, 2012 at 7:17 am
Thank you, Robert. And yes, I imagine there are stories that could be told. 🙂
I had actually stopped to take some pictures of skeletons sitting on tractors (photos to follow at some other time) and found this guy stalking the brush…couldn’t resist.
Thank you again.
February 23, 2012 at 8:08 am
Terrifying!
February 23, 2012 at 7:38 am
Yes, it/he could be terrifying, Helen. 🙂
Thank you.
February 23, 2012 at 8:06 am
Baby big foot, aka little foot.
February 23, 2012 at 9:12 am
Thanks, Mike. 🙂
February 23, 2012 at 3:10 pm
The stuff nightmares are made of!
February 23, 2012 at 5:38 pm
Yep…right there, Bonnie. Thank you. 🙂
February 23, 2012 at 6:03 pm