This little fellow emerged from the garden this morning. It’s a potato of some kind – I keep terrible garden records – and I harvested a fair amount of its brethren, to be offered up to the gods of potato salad, or perhaps fried up as breakfast potatoes.
From another angle, it reminds me of a disgruntled penguin (or other flightless bird) with its eyes shut. Magic.
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