These wild turkeys in my neighbor's yard don't know what happens in November.
During the summer there were two adult females and 17 "poults" that wandered through our neighborhood daily. They have all grown, and the count is down by at least two. I'm not exactly sure what they are eating in "Bill's" yard, but there may be lots of tasty grub thriving under the new fall of walnut leaves.
Listening and seeing these wild creatures is enjoyable. However, knowing that their introduction to the hills around the valley has not been kind to the native grouse is not.
I am a grandmother, a wife, a mother, a sister, and a friend.
I know that a woman who will tell her age or her weight will tell anything. I won't tell mine, so you can trust me. I have a cat. I have a duster that I don't use.
The photo header is one I have taken of Gram's antique writing desk. My dust.