Turkeys!
I just hope Little Girl doesn't catch one and bring it inside. Then again, Thanksgiving Dinner! Wait until fall, okay, Little Girl?
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- I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
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2 comments:
Those turkeys (turkey buzzards?) always cracked me up when I'd see them scurrying across our neighborhood every so often. There's something about turkeys that just makes me laugh.
They don't really look like "birds", do they?
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