The Watcher

The drive up my lane is always interesting. After the first turn I had to avoid 3 geese, one of whom tried to attack the van. Next I had to wait for a Peacock to walk off the road. While I was waiting for the Peacock, I glanced left. Yes, I was being watched. Silently, because Charlie recognizes the van. Diligently, because I stopped, and who knows, it might not be me driving it. He misses nothing.