I had just finished working when I heard a loud racket out front; it sounded like the Hell's Angels were descending on my yard. I rushed out to see what it was and there was Butch, the Biker Bear. Apparently Butch and Larry met in New Orleans while they were both there for Mardi Gras and Larry had invited him to "come visit any time" so here he was. I also found out they'd decided to form a motorcycle club, Mr B's MC and I'm the honorary president, so when do I get my "colors"? Looks like Butch will be staying for an extended period, so welcome to the garden, Butch!