While hunting through an old pear grove that had been overshadowed by pine trees, I cut a branch off at chest height to get at a knot of branches I saw at the top. The pear tree had shot up the limb and exploded in branches at the top to grab what little sunlight it could get. When I dragged the whole thing back to my studio, I realized I had a giraffe. I couldn?t stop laughing for 15 minutes. I try to avoid ?Hokey? but couldn?t resist the piece, it was to perfect.

While I was showing it, someone who had just come back from Africa told me that the local name for giraffe where she had visited was ?Twigga?. I love the name, but it?s waggish association to ?Trigger? and the Lone Ranger is too much.

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