Look who was on our back deck the other morning. I've seen the wild turkeys in Mary's yard and on the street, but never right outside the kitchen window. John sometimes puts the pail of vegetable scraps outside the door to take to the compost heap later, and maybe the turkey was looking for breakfast. The kitties were very intrigued (I wish I'd gotten a picture of them--one wonders what's going through their minds--mb "if I could only get my paws on that bird, no more Kitty Chow for me!").
Sunshine on snow on the crabapple tree (with Mary's walnut tree behind the fence):
Timp from our front porch:
Our house this winter:
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