Birds in the morning

Unlike those who are birders, I can’t identify any feathered species beyond chickens and geese by their calls.  But they are certainly out there this morning starting with the sunrise.

You don’t hear birds when sailing across the Pacific Ocean except for those rare days when you are near enough to an island  that docking maneuvers and irrigated gulls come into the equation. I can also hear the big silver birds off in the distance which tells me wide direction for those headed south to a landing at the Oakland airport.

What I can tell you is that early in the morning – and sunrise right now in my area of California is shortly before 0600) the birds are up and having a conversation. Probably no more exciting than the average human conversations that we over hear going about our daily lives. What’s to eat? Where are you going? When are you coming back? etc.

On my way down the hill to what was going to be, I was convinced, an extremely painful exercise class I also met this dude.

one each wild turkey

one each wild turkey

He was walking along the sidewalk, then ventured out to explore the street. The toddler, secure in her father’s arms started scrambling to get over their garden gate.

“Be careful, turkey. There are cars. You could get hit!”

Her father and I shared a glance, looked back at the head to body proportion on the dumb bird.

And that is why there is Thanksgiving…..

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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