Turkey in the snow
Saw the flock on the street, scratching through the white stuff for lunch yesterday. All God’s critters gotta eat. First Being Food with me all my life, and I’m back on the Holidays Sugar diet again this year. My breakfast wouldn’t be complete lately without a couple of chocolates, some fruit, and a slice of my homemade fruitcake. Maybe I would be better served tossing it all to the birds. Anybody care to bet on that happening?
Regarding the neighborhood zoo, deer appear regularly late at night. I only saw the back half of one booking up the driveway two houses down, but C snaps them almost nightly on her outdoor cameras, and I think I already mentioned the white squirrel she photographed by my house last month. Come back! I want to see you, too, though the snow might disguise you.
Must also mention my faves: friendly neighbors walking their dogs. Yesday, very happy to re-meet J and his three Westies as well as Co and his old boy Ash Still, still tall, slim, black but the muzzle grizzled with white.
Strange dream this morning, featuring Dolly Parton Trying to set me straight on something, I think Christmas baking. Could refer to the two intense conversations I had yesterday. I wasn’t so stressed so much of stressing other people, I think.
Thank you, Lord, for all your living creatures and especially the ones I contact in the neighborhood. Please pour your tender mercies on this struggling world. Forgive us help us to forgive. IJN
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