Wednesday, January 16, 2008
...not as tender as turkey breast. The wild turkeys that hang out in the backyard never cease to amuse me. They are painfully stupid, but fun to watch. The grey one is new to the pack (herd, flock, pride...what is the correct term for a group of turkeys?). Did you know that turkeys can fly pretty high? They can and they do. For giggles I often let Beignet out to chase them back into the woods. They go nuts and fly up into the trees. I'm pretty sure they live in the woods behind our backyard because they seem to mostly frequent our property. Ah, rural Southern life. It's quaint, but I think that when Steph finishes grad school at Vanderbilt we'll be ready to move somewhere more lively...like Austin or Seattle or something. I'm pretty sure I require too much living space to be able to live in New York. Oh well, I can always go there to buy things, which is really the best reason to be there anyway.
Posted by Adina at 9:58 PM