Lost Creek Hollow springling

It was gone.  He tried to see, but all he was looking at was sunlight.

He lowered his face and blinked, then ran over to his mother, babbling and chirping about his find.  He'd accept her soothing about the loss of his new friend (or nemesis?) and then continue to frollick in the grass.  Doubtless he would find ten to twenty more new friends before evening fell.