I like to celebrate Friday the 13th…a
kind of secondary holiday if you wish.
Today, my day began with Snowball
barking. On investigation, looking out the
window, I discovered that Snowball was barking at quite a group of wild turkeys
shuffling just below the house. I
immediately grabbed my camera to get a photo, but the turkeys took to flight on
hearing my arrival outside and flew into the adjacent woods. Turkeys are not great flyers, but they are
birds. Their departure was slow and awkward,
but successful. That is, except for one
turkey. This turkey did not make the
short flight over the low fence and wandered along the fence line all day. All
day. The group of turkeys was long gone and this one straggler was quite the determined
pacer. The disparaging sentiment of ‘You
Turkey’ came to mind. This bird
definitely was that turkey.
The turkey episode would have been
enough of a celebration for the day.
Yet, the special mood continued. I spent about three hours outside working on
cleaning up my garden beds. The mild
day, especially welcome for near mid-January, was delightful. The sweatshirt weather
turned to shirt-sleeved weather then quickly became rolled- up sleeves weather the longer I worked. My dogs remained my companions and the hours
passed like minutes. The joy of this
particular winter day was a treasure.
Did
I say I was working? Actually, I was
enjoying a marvelous winter, spring-like day!
Friday, January 13, 2017 was indeed a fabulous
holiday! An unquestionable celebration.
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