No, this will not be a repudiation of the skyrocket on the fourth of July Presidential Bid by Donald Trump. I say skyrocket because, as the life of a skyrocket, his nomination and campaign is attention demanding during its launch, building interesting in its accent and awe-inspiring in its climax only to leave the night dark and quiet. No, I will not be writing about The Donald.
Many of you remember Gordon, the Gecko. For some who may have forgotten, Gordon was my backyard companion in Mandeville, Louisiana. Despite my pleading, Gordon chose not to migrate north with us. Silly Lizard! My guess is he believed those who told him about the weather.
I have a new backyard buddy. Tom (sorry no poll to select his name this time) has taken up residence in our well-wooded backyard. I'm told that he is the victim of nature.
We had a flock of six wild turkeys in our yard. We assumed that it was Mom, Dad, and four young ones. Probably not, we find. It seems that after the young one's hatch, Dad is thrown out of the group to live on his own until it's mating season again. I named him Tom.
Tom usually shows up in the morning. He approaches our back patio windows and peers into the windows like a passerby checking out who is in the restaurant. We can watch him, but any sudden movement and Tom moves to the safety of our wooded backyard. He will occasionally fly to the roof to observe the neighbors and be aware of impending danger.
Tom Turkey
We are experiencing a particularly warm and somewhat wet Fall. The color change is late, but building as I write. Fall in Wisconsin is typical in a number of ways to other parts of the country. We are making chili, bread, and other comfort foods more often. I'm not grilling out as much as I did this summer. The new TV programs tempt us away from Netflix and Amazon Prime.
I have my antenna up and looking for Scores to Badger, Packer, and Cub's contests. Today, I'm mourning our Badgers loss to Ohio State, breathing a sigh of relief for my Cubs victory yesterday and fearing for our Packer's meeting with the Dallas Cowboys.
The gloves are in the saddlebags of the bike and the knit cap is stuffed in the helmut. The long sleeve shirts are replacing the short sleeves and the felt fedora replaces the straw. The kids are in school and each weekday morning,we experience the rush of school buses. Is that Thanksgiving I see on the schedule?
From Camp Jeff on the damp, leafy, Plain of Poop, this is Poppa Jeff greeting you and hoping this finds you all well.
Many of you remember Gordon, the Gecko. For some who may have forgotten, Gordon was my backyard companion in Mandeville, Louisiana. Despite my pleading, Gordon chose not to migrate north with us. Silly Lizard! My guess is he believed those who told him about the weather.
I have a new backyard buddy. Tom (sorry no poll to select his name this time) has taken up residence in our well-wooded backyard. I'm told that he is the victim of nature.
We had a flock of six wild turkeys in our yard. We assumed that it was Mom, Dad, and four young ones. Probably not, we find. It seems that after the young one's hatch, Dad is thrown out of the group to live on his own until it's mating season again. I named him Tom.
Tom usually shows up in the morning. He approaches our back patio windows and peers into the windows like a passerby checking out who is in the restaurant. We can watch him, but any sudden movement and Tom moves to the safety of our wooded backyard. He will occasionally fly to the roof to observe the neighbors and be aware of impending danger.
Tom Turkey
We are experiencing a particularly warm and somewhat wet Fall. The color change is late, but building as I write. Fall in Wisconsin is typical in a number of ways to other parts of the country. We are making chili, bread, and other comfort foods more often. I'm not grilling out as much as I did this summer. The new TV programs tempt us away from Netflix and Amazon Prime.
I have my antenna up and looking for Scores to Badger, Packer, and Cub's contests. Today, I'm mourning our Badgers loss to Ohio State, breathing a sigh of relief for my Cubs victory yesterday and fearing for our Packer's meeting with the Dallas Cowboys.
The gloves are in the saddlebags of the bike and the knit cap is stuffed in the helmut. The long sleeve shirts are replacing the short sleeves and the felt fedora replaces the straw. The kids are in school and each weekday morning,we experience the rush of school buses. Is that Thanksgiving I see on the schedule?
From Camp Jeff on the damp, leafy, Plain of Poop, this is Poppa Jeff greeting you and hoping this finds you all well.
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