Rookscroft Book 1 All Feathers and Hats

I first met Vernon on a lovely morning in late summer. I was in my art studio trying, unsuccessfully, to set up a still life with a handful of apples and an old chipped bowl, when I happened to glance over to the large leaded window that overlooks the fields and there he was, down in the lower left-hand corner, peering in. Though I had no idea at the time, this was the beginning of a whimsical adventure the like of which I could never have imagined.