As I sat on my rocking chair, with camera in hand, the little fella finally made his appearance.
He stealthily made his way through the high grass, poking his head up to see if I was still there.
He makes his way to the sidewalk.
Bravely, he hops up on the walkway. I notice something in his tiny hands.
He has a tender piece of heaven.
He became a little nervous.
But I guess he knew he could trust me. His belly was satisfied and it was time to wash up.
That day was a double achievement. The chipmunk achieved my trust, and I achieved patience.