Turkeys
Thanksgiving has come and gone in a blur of cooking, laughing, and announcements. Thursday our little family found us at the table of my wonderful cousins. They live on a little 5 acre piece of California paradise. It was a beautiful day with mild temperatures. As the 13 of us sat out on her deck to bless the food and our good health, a flock of 13 wild turkeys and 5 hens wandered onto her acreage to eat the corn she had so painstakingly laid out for them. They did have to compete with the mallards and geese in her pond. Believe me the irony was not lost on the turkeys. They strutted their turkey stuff with bold steps and lots of turkey sounds very near the deck. They were decidedly gleeful because they were a flock of pardoned and privileged turkeys and they were free! Who needs Disneyland and a Presidential pardon when you can lunch and dine for free at Serenity Hill? "Bless all the creatures large and small, the Lord God, loves them all."

1 Comments:
Poor little tukey friends:)
You always make it sound so nice there. Makes me want to get out of here.
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