Walking the plank

Taz loves sneaking out and walking along this ledge, two floors up.
It gives me mini heart failure. I dare not frighten or harass him or he will panic and fall off.
So I hold my breath and wait.
Eventually he does come back in.

It was a toss up though between this photo and another one of him having a Sunday morning lie-in on a cushion which caught early Spring sunshine.

What do you think? did I make the right choice?