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Dinner comes to call. — 6 Comments

  1. The least you could have done is to put one into an envelope and send it over for The Big Day. I would even have offered to do the strangulation this side of The Pond.

    • Grandad – I appreciate you wanting to strangle one of the beasts but attempting to stuff a 25 pound “alive and kicking” wild turkey into an envelope and sending it to Ireland was a bit beyond me–especially in my bath robe. Sorry about that. Besides, it would have looked damned peculiar with it’s ass end sticking out of the mail box waiting to be picked up. One of the neighbors probably would have snitched it anyway.

  2. Cool photos Kirk. Falling out of bed and taking these is really something of an accomplishment. I would know. I’m not good with mornings myself and need to concentrate to get the tea right. I’m sure I’d make a hash of photos!

    Nice mental image Grandad. I’m imagining a live turkey in an envelope winging it’s way to Ireland for The Big Day. 🙂

  3. Woah, just noticed just HOW green your grass is. Much greener than ours! Something’s up. Green grass in Vermont and Iowa City makes it onto the list of the top 25 coldest cities in the US. Hmmm.

    • Denise – I just read a similar article about the top 10 coldest cities to live in and not only did Iowa City make it but so did Newport, Vermont!

      Go figure.

      It (the grass) needs mowing as well. If I’m lucky enough and the weather cooperates, I’m going to mow my lawn on Christmas Day even if it’s 20 degrees out. Give the neighbors something to talk about and all that.