That Look

Zeke normally plays outside nearly all day, but I thought I heard some little boy wails one morning, so off I searched.  The day before I'd heaped a wagon with manure from the horse pasture to fill our new raised (strawberry!) bed, but I ran out of time to unload it, so Dad left it for me to tackle the next day.

The tractor wasn't hard for Zeke to find or climb, but I guess he wasn't confident enough to climb down, so there he sat, like a little cat in a treetop.

Here's the close-up to highlight that poochy mouth.