The other day, early, I heard the boom boom whoop of the old boy, high up in the trees behind the house. It’s been a while since the troupe visited – too long – it’s been lonely without the familiar sounds of them bounding over the roof, catching flashes of them leaping across the void to one of the trees on their aerial pathway.
Then, later, guess whose uncle I saw, believing he was hiding from me, up in the custard apple tree?
Serendipity – WP challenged us to look up this weekend. Well, it was fun to see this shy fellow – but greedy me, I wonder if young Hanuman and his mother will drop by before I leave?