Look at our red maple. It's on fire! I love this tree.
When the kids were younger they used to play in the fallen leaves. Now our youngest brings her bunny out to play in the fallen leaves. Spot enjoyed it for a moment and then felt like hawk bait and asked to be brought back inside. He is such a house bunny.
I also did my best to enjoy the large flock of turkeys that entertained us all these months. They flocked around the yard gobbling and barking at every sound and motion that passed through our back 40. So, it was loud.
We pardoned 4 turkeys, a tom and 3 hens. Michael, in keeping with his military theme (Colonel Sanders for our rooster) has named our tom, "Major Tom". Yes, he's punny. Anyhow, Major Tom has a harem of 3 darting around the yard with his fat self. We are wondering if he will ever learn the miracle of nature and get together with his girls to produce some spring turkey poults. We'll keep you updated.
Ah, speaking of turkeys, Thanksgiving was delicious. We had the usual suspects over for dinner plus a couple of bonus guests. There was no shortage of food. I spent the following few days in a tryptophan and wine induced sloth mode. We finally cracked open the bottle of red I brought home from Canberra in August. It went well with the turkey (topped out at 15 lbs, so we cooked up 1.5 turkeys). Thanksgiving has got to be my favorite holiday. It's a day to get together and share our gratitude and feast. There is no crazy gift giving or other ordeal. It just feels good. Also bonus that the turkey and pumpkins came from the yard.
Just after Thanksgiving Michael took off for Los Angeles and the rest of us resumed our work and school schedules. Monday morning I received an unexpected message from our Craigslist post about our missing blue parakeet - Ramon. It was an odd message but I was hopeful that another miraculous recovery had been made. So, I went out to the garage and put the cage all back together with the cleaned up bird dishes and bird toys in the hopes I would be picking up my little buddy while the kids were off at school. But, there was something odd about the communication I was having with the person on the other end of this. Turns out this person lives in Texas. And they sent a photo of someone else's blue parakeet.
Well, after getting my hopes up and dashed like that, I found it hard to get work done. So I took a theraputic break down to the local pet store (where they are very familiar with my lost and found stories ... they are the ones who originally brought Ramon and I together). Anyway, I thought some oogling at the budgies would some how make me feel better. I was no way going to get a new one.
Except that I had this cage all ready and set up. Taking it apart would seem like another loss. And, hey, are those baby budgies? They still have the barring on their heads. Oh, look at this little guy. He says he wants to come home with me!
Meet Wasabi ...
Wasabi is still in the "I'm terrified that I'm in a new place" space. But I figure within 6 months he will sitting on our shoulders and making a complete mess of the place. Yes, his wings are clipped. You cannot see from the photo here, but he has a teal-blue tail with black and yellow feathers that flare out to the sides. He might be part peacock! His songs are much nicer than those of a peacock (thank goodness). He is already chirping away to certain songs that Valerie plays on the piano.
It's the end of November and I am still feeling much gratitude for so many things. You know, raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens and all that.
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