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Who’s That Knocking At My Door?

Thank you one and all for your kind thoughts and prayers for Faeden. After the one seizure, he has been resting comfortably thank goodness. He’s a real fighter. I know he’ll let me know when he’s ready to go to the Rainbow Bridge and when that time comes, I will do what is best for him and not make him linger.

After staying in the house with Faeden a couple of days, I knew I had to get out again when Mountain Man came in at lunch and said:

“Did you know your turkeys are hanging out with me now? They are actually sitting on the excavator while I dig. Those are some crazy birds.”

Well, the photo op had passed and I decided to stay with Faeden but then I heard a racket outside our bedroom.

“We have to get her out.”

Their plan to get me out involved making as much noise as they possibly could and driving the dogs crazy so out I went and, of course, they followed.

And naturally, the guineas decided to take the quicker way of flying leaving the turkeys and me to straggle behind.

Now that I was out, I decided to take a hike in the pasture. My constant companions followed, stopping to shake the rain off now and then.

There’s a magic to mountains this time of year.

Horses graze under lush pines while mists rise around them.

But it’s hard to stay focused on the scenery when you have curious turkeys around. Kind of like being out with your girlfriends.

“What’s that you’re wearing?” as they discovered my zipper.

And even peaking inside my jacket to check out the label. “Who designed that scruffy barn jacket?”

And when I try to make a run for it, they again followed.

But I made it to the house. Oh, no, I hear them. They are back at the door. “Come out, come out, come out.” they are squawking and the dogs are barking so I have to run.