I snapped these two photos right around dusk tonight--right before the air raid sirens assaulted the neighborhood with horrible sound as they heralded a line of wicked storms. Leo is hunting something very peculiar to him. It's as though he's never seen the likes of this, and maybe he hasn't. We had such a chilly summer last year, that it's entirely possible he's never met these creatures before the past few evenings.
He's charmed...and charming as he stalks fireflies.
Two nights in a row, he's been out at this time of night and is trying to figure this bug out. They come close to him while flashing their lights and he stands as still as can be. When the lights go out it's as though he can't quite put his paw on what's up.
Tomorrow we'll give it another go. For tonight, we're busy staying away from windows.