Thursday, January 17, 2013

Turkey time

One cold winter's morning I looked outside and saw a lone turkey huddled by my neighbor's tree.

turkey

He stood around for a few minutes, all alone.  I noticed he liked to stand on one leg.  He seemed to be hurt.

another view of turkey

He looked around but just took a few hesitant steps.  I wondered what would become of him if he could not walk.

turkey walking

Finally he did walk!  He made his way in a limping gait, slowly but surely, over into our yard, by the seed feeder.  I was glad, because I figured he could use some food to help him with his strength.  But still I worried that he was all by himself.

I needn't have worried!  I looked outside after a few minutes:

turkeys

A few of his friends had joined him!

A good time was had by all, this bunch of turkeys spent the afternoon eating whatever bird seed had escaped the juncos and sparrows!

turkey with snowy beak

It was difficult to get good pictures of the turkeys as they ate.  Let's face it, none of us look our best in eating action shots!

Enjoy the day,
Cheerily


Sunday, January 6, 2013

Mom

Some of you know, my dear mother, Fana, passed away suddenly shortly after my last posting here, at the end of October.


Fana loved life, she loved her family, she loved nature.  She loved hard work and fun times.

Fana was the inspiration for this blog!  In the last few years, as her energy waned, she found herself spending more time at home.  She never complained, she just did the best she could every day.  Once she would have been busy, like most of us, with the day to day business of life, but now in her later years, she stopped to notice the world around her, just outside her door.

And what a world it is.

Fana showed me that nature is right under our noses.  Over the years, she loved taking pictures of wild animal visitors - deer, turkeys, and even a moose!

When we slow down, we can see so much.

She loved her bird friends.  Fana was the top family feeder stocker!  Early mornings were her prime time; she hated to think that the birds were waiting for food, and that the feeder was empty.

I used to tease her about the outfits she hastily put together before getting ready for the day in order to make a quick run outside to the feeder.


I took a few pictures of her doing her thing over the years!  I would run out on the deck and click, at first unbeknownst to her, and then she would turn, see me, and laugh.
 


These last two are from a month before she died.  She ran out in the rain one morning, and I thought she was just crazy to do it, so I had to take her picture, and we had a good laugh. 



I will remember a woman at her best, out in the world, in nature, my mom, and my best friend.


Cheerily