Day 16: Angular
Last night, my youngest girl decided she’d really rather sleep in a tree, if it was all the same to me.
It was not all the same to me. There’s a fox about. To her credit, she managed to work her way surprisingly high in the branches. She’d probably have been safe enough, unless she came down at dawn.
I started clipping at the blackberry brambles clearing a path to her, and she plummeted down to earth like a watermelon in a hail of leaves.
She started to do the same tonight, but thought better of it.
I have just discovered I have an #inktober tag.
October 16, 2018 — 8:00 pm
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