Maybe the deer knew there would be a hard freeze last night. Two mature does and three frisky yearlings spent an unusually long time in the clearing outside my window yesterday eating grass and out-of-season dandelions.
Longleaf Lou and I heard turkeys in the woods near the stream bed yesterday when we walked to the gate. First time in eons that I’ve heard that sharp cluck cluck sound. Coyotes, bobcats, foxes and feral cats have taken a hard toll on the wild turkeys around here. I used to collect fallen turkey feathers and lay them out on the dining room table. Is there anything prettier? I have videos of dozens of wild turkeys in the clearing and perched on the fence in the back yard, gobblers displaying and hens dancing. “Those were the days,” I murmur like some old-timer, which I guess I’ve become. Well, so what? The calendar may reveal it, but I don’t feel it. Gonna be a good day. Let’s get out there.