turkeys.thumbnail.jpgI got nothin’ this fine fall morning — except for a picture of some wild turkeys that have been hanging out in the woods near where I live.  The suckers are remarkably tolerant of humans; they will walk up to within ten feet of a person, unless of course that person happens to pull out a camera.  They actually stayed put for this shot, amazingly enough.

Coffee’s brewing, we’ve got pancakes ready to go (the secret to great pancakes:  Separate out the egg whites and beat them to a stiff froth before adding them and the yolks to your flour, baking powder and buttermilk) and there may be some bacon in the fridge somewhere.  Sit a spell and state what’s on your mind!  (Yes, I’m channelling Christy today; why do you ask?)

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