I slowed down, worried that he might run in front of me.
He didn't run out, in fact he walked right up to my window. I felt like he would have gotten in the car if I opened the door.
"He's literally inches from me," I said to my friend.
"Get the camera! Take a picture!" she said. I'm glad she did, I would have just stared at him.
I moved a bit and he started to walk away, but I was able to snap a few shots.
His mate started to run and hopped the fence, and he followed.
I felt like he had a message for me. My friend said it was a very special blessing.
I had to agree.