I went out today and began my post winter clean-up. It was a stupendously beautiful day.
The morning was soft and gray and wet and reminded me of England. "Close your eyes and think of England, dear " But I digress.
Anyway, I started to give the lawn its spring back-scratch. I can only do a certain amount at a time, before my arms give out, but it was just as well that I didn't get to this patch of grass, as I might have raked up this well-camouflaged fellow.