The Life in My Years

An anthology of life

We’re five days past Thanksgiving and the local wild turkeys are strutting around with unabashed self-assurance. Actually being the honored guest at a family feast is the least of the dangers our local turkeys face. Their only concerns should be a speeding motorist or a hungry coyote.

Cora was quite the trooper to get up before sunrise and wait in a cold car while I took pictures at Oxbow Bend.  The next morning she turned in her trooper’s badge and opted to stay in our nice warm cottage and spend a comfy leisurely morning sipping freshly brewed coffee. While I love my …

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