last turkeys and the library

Okay, this is the last turkey page. I wanted you to be able to follow along with me as the chicks grew. It looks like July was the month I first uploaded chick photos. But in that photo, I’m guessing they were 2-3 weeks old.

If you can not see the young deer on the left, click on the photo.

This year has not been one of my best. My digging projects took way longer than other years and I couldn’t swing the pick for as long before needing to take short brake, bummer. I hate hearing the cliche, It’s part of growing old. As you’ve heard me say quite a few times in this blog, age is not the key factor. This winter and next year, I’ll be working towards gaining back what I lost these last two years. Know what the problem was/is, not dealing with the key factor. Been here, done this, always got it back. Hoo-ah. The ball is in my court—and I picked it up.

‘Rabbit ears’ ring a bell?

Three turkeys were hunched together at a library table, reading a book on turkey anatomy. The glances began shortly after they learned that inside each of their friends, was a magic bone that could grant them their greatest wish.

The ball is in your court. Pick it up and go.

September sixty minutes sixty years—1800 minutes
September Triple 18—upper: 1800; core: 1820; legs: 1810

Whatever I can do myself, I do.

Table of Contents

RVwest article ‘Following a Free Spirit’

RVwest article ‘The Space Between the Places’


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