While making the filling for some truffles I am trying, I hear a faint rustling sound. My head tilts toward the left…toward the living room. I hear the noise again, just barely.
Stealthy, I creep on tiptoe into the living room and stare at the tree. It wobbles ever so gently as I quietly pick up the camera, muffling the start-up noise in my robe when it turns on. As I move closer, I see this hanging from the bottom of the tree.
This particular hairdropper hasn’t allowed himself to be photographed in this position in years. I figured I had better take advantage.
Sure must be warm in there – Baby remained in this spot for over an hour.