JB went walkies, and came back to tell me there were turkey feathers. A lot of turkey feathers. Curious, I donned my coat and threw on my boots.
My poor apple tree has split. It's a goner. The evergreen, I transplanted. When we moved here, they had been cutting this part of the front yard, keeping it grassy. They'd blasted through a beautiful sumac patch, and they are dying. But I digress.
Surprisingly, nothing remained that I could see. No feet or anything but feathers. The coyote did poop right on camera. Stay tuned!
Snow shovelled, walkies done, we nestled in for the afternoon. Reading Andrew King's new book (a birthday present), JB settled in. I'm reading Obama's new book, A Promised Land.
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We are in the middle of another snow storm. I don't mind it. What I do mind is that it's bringing rain after the snowfall. It's always a challenge to figure out when to use the snowblower or not. Winter, bring it on!
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...this this was in the US, I'd say that someone had an early Thanksgiving dinner.
Very sad, with only feathers left of the turkeys!
It just started to rain here. Poor turkey!
It's part of nature, after all.
Everything has to eat. Thanks, I felt like I was with you following tracks and feathers.
I love Unforgotten. I understand that COVID delayed the most recent season but that it will go ahead -- or maybe has started already, I can't remember. never heard of The Sandham Murders. Maybe I'll look around. we are still watching New Tricks.
Nature takes its toll.
Coyote's will be well fed for a few days. They'll leave the deer alone.
You are keeping good tabs as to what is going on in the neighborhood.
Jenn - the circle of life. One thing I enjoy about the winter is to be able to figure out these "stories" from the tracks in the snow! Like you, I wish it would just snow and keep snowing, rather than melt and rain and snow and melt and rain ...
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