snow birds

I welcomed a new addition to my turkey troupe this month.

You see, even though the turkeys haven't appeared in many blog posts lately, they're still here. In fact, I'm almost never turkey-free. They're always with me. One lives in my car and one stays at home. In November, though, I accidentally left the traveling turkey at Charlie's house after Thanksgiving ... and my brother and his girlfriend took full advantage of their turn at unsupervised turkey tomfoolery.

Charlie called, laughing, and told me that the turkey "gets around."

He said she was a dirty bird.

He hinted at clandestine liaisons with Dozer.

And, then, for Christmas, he and Leslie left a brand new turkey in my stocking ... a fatherless little poult ... to show me what can happen when naive young birds are left unattended.

I laughed and laughed.