Catching a thief in the act

We had a surprise visitor this morning. While washing the dishes, I happened to glance out the kitchen window and spot some suspicious movement at the back of the garden, on the edge of the trees. I snatched up my cell phone and quietly slipped outside, hoping to catch the criminal red-handed.

I cautiously crept across the lawn, snapping photos every few feet as I went. I wasn't sure how close I'd get before the thief realised I was on to him, and wanted to collect as much evidence as possible as I went.

I was able to get surprisingly close. Perhaps he was too distracted by his proximity to the prize to notice me. When I was only a few feet away, he looked directly at me, then pretended to occupy himself with his surroundings -- like a customer "just browsing" in a store; like he had other, more legitimate reasons to be there.

But I knew what he was after. My gold.

Or more accurately, the tender crop of golden corn growing at the back of the garden.

He stood and watched me for a moment. Then, accepting that the jig was up, he quickly made his exit.

But not without stopping for one last look, as if to say, "I'll be back."

Part of me wanted to respond with an equally intimidating "Don't worry. I'll be ready." After all, I have a crop to protect.

But another part of me hopes he does return. Because after all, who doesn't enjoy a visit from a handsome young buck?

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