Every fall around this time, my turkeys return to their sleeping tree. And they sleep there, through any and every kind of weather until it's time to make baby turkeys in the spring. I cannot imagine a more uncomfortable place to get some shut-eye. Then again, I'm not a turkey, so what do I know.
I never get tired of watching them do their running take off and then flumber (that's a cross between fly and lumber) to their tree. Kind of like a big awkward jumbo jet. Don't know if it really shows, but that last turkey managed to crash into a tree limb right after take-off. He still managed to make it to the tree, thank goodness. I would have hated to have had to fish him out of the pond!
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xoabb
just loving the seasonal changes!
It's Veterans Day
Go shake the hands of the men and women
Who have served or are serving our country and
Tell them THANK YOU from the bottom your heart!
And thank you, soldiers, from the bottom of MY heart.
