Ruffled

...although not in the slightest that I was creeping ever closer.   In fact, I went around the other side of the building for a photo against the blue patch of sky and he didn't budge. I chatted to a taxi driver about nature and still he watched us. Eventually, we  both left and he remained, king of the cricket pavilion.  

Little Dog encouraged me for a longer walk despite already having my moment.  She was after hers.  With her head having the rather pungent aroma of a fox's trail, I think she found it!