Movable feasting.

Harold wanted it all:

Exotic appetizers. Resort party scene.

Along with a healthy diet and environmentally, friendly lifestyle.

Somehow he’s managed to do just that.

But he’d better stay out of the street.

Harold (seen in the paparazzi photos below) disregards seasonal fashions preferring classic, elegant white attire.

We suspect he’s shamelessly living off others as we’ve seen him all over neighborhood yards as well as the resort and marina grounds – walking around as if he owns the place.

As if he feels he adds a touch of class and that’s enough.

But he’d better stay out of the street.

Harold knows the dog walkers will detour around him. His grace and regal pace is enough to halt small children in their tracks. All it takes is his raising his head all the way up to the top of that very very long neck which can perform a very threatening wiggle and thrust added to a serious warning hiss to back off the attack-cat-from-hell known for sneak attacks on dogs of all sizes who lives a few blocks away.

Harold is a force. Owns the neighborhood.

If disturbed (he’d never admit feeling threatened) he unfolds wings that an angel would envy, glides to a roof or tree limb, then squawks his disapproval. And all feel the rebuke. Shamed. When satisfied you have suffered enough, he’ll sail back to where he was.

But he’d better stay out of the street.

While most will relinquish the road to him …waiting patiently for him to finish his stroll across…waiting (“Is he on the curb yet? Now?”),…there’s always those texting, the pizza deliveries, and oblivious drivers in a hurry. Fortunately, Amazon drivers seem  to be amused.

In summer Harold knows which lawn sprinklers come on when. So many delicious little creatures come out to the watering holes.

Harold stepping up delighted.(© image)

This time of year, he seems to take advantage of the buffets warmed by Christmas lights.

New Year’s Day Harold was lounging around our front flowerbed which has rows and rows of old fashioned big bulb light strings snaking in and out of the little cold-delicate palm trees to keep their tootsies warm. (They hate their coats. Even RC Cat agreed: “No to Plant Couture“)

We thought he was perhaps auditioning for lawn ornament he was so still. Demonstrating how a little statuary could add charm to a garden?

Then he lengthened his neck as much as possible, slowly – incredibly slowly- leaned forward, then faster than a rattlesnake, he shot his head forward to grab a nice warm lizard off the trunk. A small flip and a big gulp. Appetizers served.

A few quiet steps forward and repeat the dance.

Since we don’t use lawn chemicals, it’s like the Lizard Kingdom here. We thought the lizards only had to worry about Molly Malamute dashing at them causing tail damage, but it appears that fat, sassy, overly confident lizards are a big draw to the big bird.

Wonder if he’ll tells friends?

Been on the foodie route before. (“Flocking to Occupy Small Street“)

Good taste in neighborhoods. (But Harold, stay out of the street!)

Phil, the Philosopher mouse of the Hedge.

(Small production note. So far daily treatments are being well tolerated by Sr Staff. So maybe…maybe…there will be a chance to write posts. So far so good. Thanks for all the positive thoughts sent)

If Harold was an actor, he’d probably be Fred Astaire. You can see that, right? (© image)

Fred Astaire 1955. Classy style, grace, and long lean body. No doubt about it. He could really fly. (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org))

 

 

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